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Advantages of Being a Second Generation Homeschooler

This is the first in a series of posts I am planning: about homeschooling, obviously.

I was homeschooled from second grade to graduation.

I grew up in a homeschooling family: my sister, brother and I were all taught at home. Being the oldest, I was the first, and I started learning at my old wood-and-metal school desk (which was set up in my parents’ bedroom), at the beginning of second grade. It’s almost funny to think that my school career started back in that tiny house, at that rusty little desk. I still remember how proud of myself I was when I learned how to spell complicated words like ‘answer’. (Okay, I’m still proud of myself for that one, heh.)

We learned from a curriculum that my Mom ordered every summer, and unpacked – amidst great excitement – from its huge cardboard box every September. We all sat on our hands, trying not to reach out and grab all the shiny new books, as she sorted all of the upcoming year’s education into three stacks. After that, she made up our new school schedules, while we carefully paged through our new textbooks, caressing their smoothness with our eager little hands, smelling the uncracked binding.

Our schedules weren’t fancy or printed from an Excel spreadsheet. They were hand-written on notebook paper (I think sometimes she used graph paper), and each different subject was color-coordinated with different shades of colored pencil. Each school day had its own column of boxes to be crossed out as each subject was done. One of my most favorite memories from my childhood is of standing in front of the refrigerator where our schedules hung up, and looking at all those lovely bold red X marks that meant I was DONE for the day.

Now, not very many years later, I am homeschooling my own three eldest children, and I am extremely grateful for the advantages that come from being a second generation homeschooler.

We live and die by the schedule.

I understand, having lived by a schedule for the entirety of my homeschool experience, how very important it is to have everything planned out. (Those of you with a background in academics are all having a DUH! moment, I know!)

Now, this does not mean that unless you begin at 9 o’clock every morning, break for lunch at 12 o’clock in the afternoon, and resume immediately at 1 o’clock, you will surely fail. It also does not mean that you must use all five traditional school days each week, or that you must take summers off each year.

This is what it means: If you have a plan for when you are beginning each subject, and a plan for when you are finishing each subject, then you have a much better chance of actually reaching the goals you have in teaching those subjects in the first place.

I make my plans ahead of time.

I learned, from the way my Mom always made our schedules before we even got to the first day of school, not just to plan everything out, but to plan everything out AHEAD OF TIME.

Of course, in order to plan your school year out ahead of time, you need your materials in hand before your school year starts. To have your materials before your school year starts, you’ve got to order them well before you want them – which means that you need to have your school supplies budget in place even before THAT.

Let’s say you’re going the traditional route, and you plan to begin school in the early days of September. That means you need to order your books by the beginning of August. How long will it take you to budget for school supplies? A month? Three months? A year? While I’m a big fan of the spur-of-the-moment school of OOH AWESOME LET’S DO THIS RIGHT NOW, that kind of spontaneity is the best way to give yourself a massive headache about your homeschooling plans.

Workbooks are a homeschooler’s best friend.

I personally love coming up with topics and questions and curriculum all on my own, but that can be very mentally exhausting, not to mention a big let-down for yourself if you didn’t manage to do it just as perfectly as you had planned. My Mom is one of the most intelligent people I know, but she ordered curriculum that came with its own worksheets and tests, and that made homeschooling three of us at once that much simpler for her.

Sure, you can do it all yourself. Some of the best curriculum ideas come from your own imagination, because you’re the one there with your kids, you see what they need or what they’re interested in, and you are creative enough to find a great solution. However, nearly all of the good curriculum I’ve used as a student or taught as a parent has been created by academics from within the worldwide homeschooling community.

In short, don’t reinvent the wheel unless it’s really necessary. Take advantage of what others have already done, and use the extra time you have to have a more relaxed homeschooling experience.

Nobody is perfect.

Okay, another DUH moment, but please - remember that nobody is perfect. My parents didn’t decide to homeschool us because they were perfect, and I didn’t decide to homeschool my own kids because I think I’m perfect. It is as much a learning process for the teacher as it is for the student (or students), so cut yourself some slack, and take advantage of my experience.

So, ask me your questions! I’d love for this series to be full of helpfulness, so please tell me what you want to know!

A Hard Lesson

zen_clrDear Zen Mother,

I’m very concerned about cutbacks in education so I’m considering home schooling my children.  Do you think this is a good idea?

Amanda 


Dear Amanda,

I am in awe of anyone who can teach our children, whether at home or in school, without ending up in a padded cell with a lifetime supply of Ensure liquid dinners.  I am not so equipped, as my family will tell you.  A few months back, my husband introduced such an idea.

“I think the kids might benefit from home schooling,” my husband said.  “I mean, you’re home all day anyway.”

“Your words are a knife in my back,” I said to him. 

“It’s not meant to…are you speaking with an Italian accent?” he asked.

“You’re dead to me,” I declared and went into the kitchen to cook Veal Braciola.

That night at dinner my kids asked for their father.

“He sleeps with the fishes,” I told them.  “Eat your veal.”

“Mom, you have to stop killing Dad.  It’s getting old,” said my thirteen-year old.

I decided to come clean and tell them about their father’s suggestion to be home schooled.  But before I could say “fugget about it,” my kids were out the back door digging up their father and carrying him around on their shoulders chanting “Daddy’s Great!  Daddy’s Great!”  Clearly they were attached to the man.  I had to seek my revenge another way. 

Two weeks later, my husband asked his five-year old what he was learning “in school.”

“Lots of things, Dad.  Mom’s a great teacher.”

Smug and confident, the father continued his probe.  “What subjects are you learning?  Math?

“Oh no,” said the boy.  “Mom says math is bull@#$%.”

The father choked on his morning coffee.  “We don’t use that word, Son,” he explained, trying to compose himself.

“Mom does – all the time.  And lots of other words too, like #$*&, ^%#@#$ and @#^^&%$#.  She says vocabulary is very important in life.”

The father’s middle child entered the room.  “Don’t worry, Dad.  We’re also learning a lot about history.  Like about Billy the Kid.  Yeah, he was this teenage boy turned gunslinger who was notoriously recognized as Demi Moore’s boyfriend before her first plastic surgery restoration (circa 1878).  While history views the outlaw boy as a ruthless killer, Billy revealed a softer side in his memoir The Kid Stays in the Picture, a chronicle of his time as head of a motion picture studio.”

“Yeah,” said the oldest, joining the discussion, “And we’re learning about Queen Elizabeth.  She was offered gifts from kings and princes far and wide in return for her hand in marriage, including a lifetime supply of Manolo Blahnik shoes from the Italian King.  While this was tempting, as Elizabeth loved her glam, she declined because these suitors were after one thing and one thing only and she was not the type of girl to let any man slip into her empire.”

“And John Smith,” continued the middle child.  “He was an American Idol finalist in 1618 noted for the bling on his black buckle shoes.  He was disqualified after the Puritans discovered him drinking spiked Red Bull with underage Annisquam Indians after which he was sent to Virginia where he met Pocahontas, a busty Disney cartoon character who sang cheesy theme songs with a talking raccoon.”

The youngest of the three children delivered the final blow.  “And Grammy Z is going to teach us sex education next week.”

“Hurry up!  You’ll be late for the school bus,” said the learned father, as he pushed his kids safely out the door.

Apparently I Am A Grownup

Until I get back into the swing of things, I’ll be occasionally reposting from my own blog, Antithete. I wrote this one earlier today. :)

It has been challenging, learning to mother four children, and take care of six peoples’ worth of laundry, dishes, and general dirt. Not to mention they all like to have mommy time, and I like to have one-on-one time with them. Once again, the schedule is my friend. I know plenty of you hate schedules and feel completely weirded out that I am SCHEDULING things in order to feel on top of them, but for me, WOW, it works. It works awesome!

With my schedule laid out, whether or not it ends up being followed during the day, at least I feel like I know what’s coming. And I can make sure each kid’s laundry gets done, that they each get baths or showers on a regular basis, that they get their schoolwork done, that they eat, and all go to bed at basically the same time every night. Now that the weather is nicer, we have a lot more outdoor recesses, which is all kinds of awesome too, almost as awesome as my schedule. Heh.

DSCF1288-1 I think the funniest thing that happened in my brain after the baby was a week or so old was that I suddenly realized OMG I HAVE A SIX-PERSON HOUSEHOLD TO MANAGE. AIEEE! I could hear all of you giggling uncontrollably over my sudden DUH moment, I really could. Because HELLO, obviously there were going to be four kids now, right? Six people altogether, right? I spent so much time worrying about having enough room in the car, and focusing on getting the van we have now (w00t w00t eight seats baby!), that I kind of forgot to spend time figuring out ahead of time how to make sure things got done around the house in a timely manner.  (Read: in a manner that does not make me pull out my hair and cry into my coffee cups.)

I never dreamed that by the time I was thirty years old, I would have four children. I also never dreamed of the kind of dedication and hard work it is to have four children – not so much the providing for them, because that’s a hard work all unto itself – but the day-to-day caretaking of them. The clean sheets, tasty nutritious meals, and playtimes. Teaching manners and how to not bonk each other with toys when playing. Teaching how to communicate with each other. Teaching math concepts, proper grammar, and how to put away your dishes.

I guess what I’m saying is that I have arrived at a point in my life that I’m a little at a loss to know what to do with. Apparently I am a mature adult with four well-behaved, intelligent children, and goshdarnit if I have NO idea really how I got here. How am I supposed to comport myself? Does this mean I have to stop shopping in the juniors section of Walmarts? Am I allowed to keep dying my hair raspberry pink when I feel the need to?

Which, by the way, I am going to do again soon. I even bought the hair lightening powders a few days ago – I have the hair dye stocked up in my linen closet when I bought it on sale last year.

P.S. Can you tell I am feeling much much better?

P.P.S. Troy is working a third shift at the factory now. They re-hired him (he had quit to try his leather business full time, but it wasn’t bringing in enough income yet so he asked for his old job back and BANG PRESTO, the NEXT DAY he got it back. I’ve never known anyone with that kind of crazy luck). This means I get the bed all to myself at night, heh heh heh. And also it means NOT a new schedule for us really, except for him needing to sleep during part of the day.

P.P.S.S. Now I don’t know how to end this post. I think I will just stop typing. The End.