Homeschool Year Two: post1

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This new homeschool year is bringing such unexpected delights. The book selections this year are every historical literature afficianado’s dream. While I’ve never been a huge fan of historical texts, the Medieval times and Renaissance period are both eras which produced a plethora of texts, both fiction and nonfiction, that really speak to the heart of humanity. Already I have had such great conversations, centered around this literature. What better way to teach a child about the moral and ethical paths to take in life, than through story? My 9 year old and (almost) 13 year old students are reading and discussing some of the same texts. It has been so encouraging to see them both fully understand the deeper meanings within these stories. While my younger student may see a king who has learned that ruling with compassion ensures more support, my older student hears the same story and concludes that the author is showing through her characters, that humility and forgiveness are two of the most important ways to share our humanity. The two boys have been able to learn from each other by sharing their own unique perspectives. Beowulf is next on the agenda. This has always been a favorite. But, I think I am mostly looking forward to reading and discussing The Canterbury Tales. I am sure teaching my bilingual 13 year old how to pronounce the prologue in Old English will be a hoot. Southern meets Colombia!!! Video of teacher and student soon to come. Stay tuned.


My New Normal

Twelve years of teaching experience in a classroom of at least 24 students doesn’t come close to twelve days of teaching my own child. It’s been a roller coaster ride the past two weeks. From anticipation, to doubt, to bliss, to what was I thinking, to sorrow, to hope, to joy, to tears, to laughter, to revelations unending. I’ve learned something new everyday about myself or about my daughter. I’ve also had a few reminders as to why we are taking this route.

These are the recurring thoughts that I have at least ten times a day:

1. The 5:00am alarm is my favorite sound of the day. That once upon a disgusting sound of a fog horn blaring way too early has now become my cue to rise and have two hours of peace. Peace! It’s all a mother wants! The hours from 5:00am -7:00am have become my one and only time to sit with a cup of coffee, read my book, basque in the deliciousness of silent solitude. Because I am fully aware now that from 7:00am to at least 8:00pm will be hours jam packed with all things domestic and/or educational,  I eagerly await this time of day. Stay at home moms across the globe, I am here to tell you all that I am nowhere near what most of you are. I know this because I see you at pick up every afternoon. Moms from all over seem to trickle out of their spaces donned with perfectly styled hair, make up, outfits that don’t include yoga pants and their husband’s over sized sweatshirts. I see you and I wonder in amazement. I say to myself every single day around the 3:30 mark, “Tomorrow I am going to start getting up and making myself look like that.” If I manage to get myself showered and dressed before 5:00pm, it’s only because there was an appointment that day or an “out of the car” errand needing to be taken care of. Oh how I love the “in the car” errands. You know… drive through pharmacy, drive through bank, drive through dinner. Dinner? Oh have mercy. Don’t even get me started on that one. I’ve failed miserably as a mother. Each and every single blessed night I cook a meal for my family, I get at least a few “What’s that?” or “I liked it last week but not this week.” or “I’ll just make a sandwich for myself.” I even have a daughter (who shall remain nameless) who has taken to quite audibly and visibly gagging while she “tries” whatever it is I’ve placed so delicately on her plate as to not touch one single other item even a smidgen. The thought ran across my mind today that there are actual women who home school multiple children at different grade levels at the same time. I bet their children eat what they’re told. And I bet they even manage to get dressed during the day. I’ll never understand how that is even remotely possible. I’m home schooling one child. One grade level. One on one. Overwhelming is an understatement. Is it 5:00am yet?

2. Multitasking has become a fine art. I am a baby feeding, laundry folding, multi-step word problem teaching machine. No lie.

3. It is no myth. Schools really are opting to omit foundational skills. I do not buy that my child is the only child who is falling between those cracks. I don’t buy that my child is the only one who hasn’t mastered their basic multiplication facts before moving on to word problems that involve three steps AND double digit multiplication. I don’t buy that my child is the only child who hasn’t been taught cursive or parts of speech or borrowing or all the things that aren’t TESTED any longer!

4. Parenting is hard stuff. Enough said.

5. It only takes one moment/one person/one reaction/one experience to turn hope into despair. I won’t elaborate much on this one… for many reasons. But I can say with every ounce of certainty in my body, that a teacher can make or break it for a child. I long for a day when children become more important than proving a point via test scores. I realize that’s a bold statement that might even be read by someone who fully disagrees. That’s fine. We are all entitled. But it is our truth.  Emerson wrote a brief paragraph for me this week to show that she understood topics we had been discussing (topic sentences, conclusions, transitions, supporting details, etc.) As I read it, I was hit in the gut with a sense of relief. Relief that I can begin to repair some things that are in definite need of repair. She picked the topic and wrote it independently.  I’ll leave you with it.

I really enjoy home school. One great reason it is so enjoyable is because my mom is my teacher. Sometimes math is harder in a classroom full of people who love math. They might find out that I’m not as good, but my mom is easier to talk to about what I don’t understand. Another good reason that home school is the best is because I don’t get nervous. I get to ask questions without feeling embarrassed. I also don’t worry that I’ll be in trouble for not understanding. The best reason of all for home school is that the projects are super fun. I loved my first social studies project. I was learning how to be a historian. I got to interview my family about their past. Math is more fun now too. The work is the same as my old school but I get to talk about the problems and that makes it more fun. I think learning will be easier and more fun now that I am in home school. I bet I’ll be the smartest kid around!







My Decision to Homeschool: From Fear to Peace

indexWell, I suppose it is high time I put my money where my mouth is. A growing skepticism over issues with today’s schools has moved me to decisions I never once thought I’d need, let alone, want to make. But here we are. Getting ready to home school.

What began, in my opinion, as a need has become a strong desire. If someone had told me two years ago that I’d even be considering home school, I would have laughed them out of the room.

There is not one instance or experience in my life, that I don’t feel has led me to where I am… and will continue to lead me in this endeavor. When Dustin told me that I’d need to pack up my life and head west to Texas, he thought he was enticing me by telling me I didn’t have to work. Hmph! I didn’t feel enticed in the least bit. In fact, I felt slighted. Didn’t he know how important my public school job was to me? It wasn’t a job. It was my life. I fought it hard. When I got to Texas, I searched feverishly for a teaching position. I was a bit dismayed as to why I wouldn’t at least get an interview. After all, I’d never experienced rejection in my career before. I left my school in Mississippi on a high, after having just been recognized as Teacher of the Year, and being a team leader, and having other adults request to visit my classroom to view “best practices” as we educators call it. Now looking back, I know that God has always had my best interest at heart. And even more encouraging, He’s had my children’s best interest at heart. I never got an interview. I honestly think God needed to humble me. I also without question believe He knew what was coming. God knew that first I’d become pregnant and need to stay home with Sam. He knew second that my distaste for the current state of affairs in public education would grow exponentially. He knew third that my oldest child would begin struggling in math. He knew fourth that because of those struggles in math she would develop high anxiety. He knew fifth that my sweet anxious child would become increasingly worried about tests… so worried that she’d begin exhibiting behaviors outside of her control. He was giving us all experiences that would mold my heart; so that I could shepherd my child through her struggles and her fears.

I am scared to death about home schooling. I fear that my children will not be socially well adjusted. I fear they wont have friends. I fear they’ll end up resenting me for not allowing them the opportunity to go to a traditional school. I don’t think I’m a traditional home school mom. I haven’t made this decision because I am fully and confidently convinced that learning at home from mom is the best route for education. After all, I have first hand experiences of some truly beautiful moments inside of a classroom… both as a student and a teacher. I have made this decision because of issues either with my own lack of confidence in our ever growing top down take over of schools, or with personal concerns over seeing my child struggle through her very real and scary anxiety.

I’m taking a leap and trusting with every fiber of my being that God has led me here and will therefore lead me through it. I’m taking this leap because my heart is changed. I’m taking this leap because my very hesitant and skeptical husband,is now completely at peace with at least giving it a try. Dustin and I have committed to not committing to this. We will take this year by year. We will allow God to lead us back to a school or through the journey of home school. It may look totally different for Sam, who must absolutely unequivocally play baseball! We might have to find a school just for him, so that he can follow in his Popsi’s footsteps and become our family’s next pro player. Who knows what the future holds. We are not promised tomorrow, which is why I choose to keep my children close to me today. I welcome any and all advice… Unless what you have to share may make me cry. I’ve done enough of that already 🙂

Thank you Jesus for changing my heart without me even realizing it was happening. Thank you for the beauty of choice and opportunity in a variety of forms. Thank you for the people you have put in my path to help me feel encouraged and not so overwhelmed. Thank you for your provision in spite of my stubbornness. Thank you most of all for revealing to me that my purpose here is to be a mother to my children, to guide them, and to mold them. Thank you for the ability you have gifted me with so that I feel confident teaching my children. Thank you!

Forget Prepositions, Let’s Just Read…

For those of you who do not know, I am teaching the language arts portion to two home-school children this year. Today’s post is a result of my time spent with my third grader, Lorenzo, this morning. I had intended on spending about an hour on grammar this morning… but as I’ve said before, sometimes the best lessons come when you least expect them. We worked so hard yesterday on grammar that I wanted to begin today’s lesson with just a simple picture book. I had intended to simply read the book to Lorenzo and move on to the all important task of crossing out those prepositional phrases. However, as I began reading, Lorenzo began opening up. He began smiling. He began sharing his thoughts and feelings and opinions. I absolutely love this book and knew that it had the possibility to open up the lines of communication. But Lorenzo, took the bull by the horns and led us away from grammar today. He had so much to say about this book, that I just decided to let him say it. So without further ado, I give you Lorenzo’s guest appearance on my blog today…. Take it away, Lorenzo.

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The Book that Makes My Feelings Happy: by Lorenzo

The  picture book the fantastic flying books of mr. Morris lessmore shows us how books can be great. In the begining mr morris was writing his own story. But then a storm came and blew all of his pages away. Because of his unhappiness a book angel drops a book that leads him to a library. While he is there he becomes happy again and finishes his story. In the end mr moress goes to heaven and a girl reads his book that he left faverate part is when he takes care of the books the way they took care of him.This story makes me happy and sad at the same time because he dies but the books have been changed by him and he was changed by the books. this story shows how the way we live our lives is important because it can change other people around us and our lives can also be memories for them once we are gone.


Homeschool: Week 1


Jacob and his mom, Olga, picking up a copy of the book we are reading together! Book Club for two.

“The heart of human excellence often begins to beat when you discover a pursuit that absorbs you, frees you, challenges you, and gives you a sense of meaning, joy and passion.” My students always become like family to me… I get caught calling them my kids and on more than one occasion I’ve overheard a couple of them call me mom. Where I am lacking in numbers for a group discussion, Jacob has shown in just two days that he will pull the extra weight. I have spent two days with this young man who is not shy about expressing his opinions and view points. I say to him, “Let’s talk about the personal narrative.” He replies, “Well, can I write a personal narrative in poetry form?” I told him I loved that idea. He recalled a past time in school where he wanted to do just that but was discouraged. That is the difference in having to meet state standards and having to teach a child according to their needs and passions. Let the journey begin.



Can’t Find the Words

indexI’m staring at the keyboard, not really knowing what to say… but having so much to say. Thirteen times. I’ve read The Giver thirteen times now. Knowing the story so well and having such a strong vision of what this story was, tainted my ability to be open minded while watching it come to life on screen. I had many students contact me through various social media outlets. Their words were strong and harsh…awful. horrible. what the heck was that? Those are the words they chose to describe what they saw. And I can’t say I blame them.

Honestly, I have such mixed feelings. I found myself wanting to feel something powerful much more than I actually felt something powerful.

Rushed. I kept leaning over and whispering to Dustin… This is rushed. Too rushed. In the book Lowry does an impeccable job of allowing the sensations to linger…writing with such conviction and awe inspiring passion that the reader doesn’t just read the words. The reader gets to actually experience what Jonas experiences. It was such a disappointment to have those experiences skimmed over with a one or two minute flash on the screen. Lowry spends entire chapters describing what it feels like to experience snow and downhill and rainbows and war and connections and love. Tragedy and Joy are written so eloquently that the reader is left with a heaviness of having gone through it with Jonas. I was left feeling a little jipped. I was left feeling sad for the people sitting around me who hadn’t read the book. I asked them all. Most had not read it. 

With so much to say and not even having the words… I’ll just list. A bit ironic to list when I needed so much more depth tonight. But that seems to be the best way to make sense of it all. I was jotting down words and phrases in the dark…on a notepad… with an itty bitty golf pencil… because Dustin was afraid I’d get us kicked out if I typed notes on my phone all night. So, I give you my scribbles:

1. Drone pilot? – Asher’s not a drone pilot! He is chosen to work as an instructor of recreation!

2. “Knowing what something is is not the same as knowing how it feels” – spoken in the film by Jeff Bridges (The Giver) but not present in the book. This made me laugh because it was exactly how I was feeling at the time he said it. It would appear to me that the screen play writers knew what this story was but not how it felt.

3. Why are they showing the house this soon? It doesn’t make sense to show the house this soon. – The Giver gives Jonas a memory in the book where Jonas first comes to the realization of what love is. He experiences it in a house in winter time. There are grandparents and gifts and hugs and laughter. But all we see is a house in the movie…and way too soon! The experience is left out.

4. Keep the music! – The Giver tells Jonas in the book that it came differently to him in the beginning. It wasn’t seeing beyond. It was hearing beyond. It was music, not colors. Jonas selflessly tells the Giver to keep it for himself and not give it away. This was a strong display of Jonas’s love for the Giver. But in the movie, music is given away so haphazardly without any regard. I didn’t like it.

5. I keep missing the experience.

6.Jonas’s mother and father seem to know. – In the book they are carefree because they do NOT know. The film’s tone and mood was one of secrecy, danger, rebellion. In the book, I am sad for the characters surrounding Jonas and the Giver because they do not know what they are missing. In the book, I am angry at the characters surrounding Jonas and the Giver because they seem to be working hard to withhold truth from Jonas.

7. They entered the Annex! – It felt like a huge invasion. Lowry magnificently sets that annex room, where the Giver lives, apart. It is almost holy. But they just tear the walls down with no respect and no understanding in the movie. It didn’t feel right.

Now…Here at the end is where my notes change. The number one reason my attitude changed at the end was because the ending was new and fresh.. it wasn’t the book. It was different and untainted. Clean from what I knew.

8. Jonas’s realization that he is responsible for the lack of emotions is crucial to the new ending.

9. Jonas now has a specific purpose for wanting to make it past the boundary. In the book, Jonas is escaping to bring back joy. But in the movie, Jonas is escaping to free Fiona from death. He is escaping to free the Giver from his punishment as well. There is a sense of purpose. No ambiguity whatsoever. He NEEDS to break that boundary.

10. Fiona’s plea to Jonas’s mother is beautiful. It is also not part of the book, which is why I could see the beauty in it. It hadn’t been tainted.

11. The Giver’s plea to the elders was just as breathtaking. He throws caution to the wind and allows it all to escape. His heart is right there for them all to see and hear…. and he does that knowing that it’s gone on far too long, keeping it all inside.

12. That baby! – Oh did that sweet little boy steal the show

That’s all I’ve got. I don’t know how to eloquently write my feelings on this one because they are so mixed and jumbled up. I will end by saying that I’m pretty sure I’ll be sticking with books. You just can’t cram all that emotion into an hour and a half long film.

My Heart’s Eyes

deltaWhen I look at the South with my heart’s eyes, it’s like standing in the pages of a great book. I stand here and imagine myself in the middle of a beautiful story… Maybe a story written by Faulkner, Welty, Williams, or the like. This place has a story to tell. Some people open the pages of this place and read a story of depravity. Some read a story of racial turmoil. Some read the story of poverty and ruin. Some see an uneducated people through these pages. But then there’s the few faithful who pick up this book and read the story of tragedy AND triumph, beauty IN THE MIDST of the stereotypes, nostalgia, and loyalty IN SPITE OF the naysayers, and wisdom BEYOND what any school can afford. Opportunity is here. It may not jump out at you. You might even need to be a dreamer to discover it. Maybe that’s what this place is to me. A place for dreamers. A place to discover and dream. When you can see the forest through the trees, you’ve made it. When you can distinguish history and culture from dusty and dilapidated, you’ve arrived. If that’s you, be proud. There are few of us who remain. Mississippi needs the dreamers and the visionaries. It is they who breathe life into her ruins. I know some of these dreamers. They aren’t just entrepreneurs who are looking for the most profitable site for their new business. They are the creators, the painters, the story tellers who end up bringing success to the chapters of this great southern book. It’s an amazing book. You should read it for yourself!

  The Mississippi Delta.