Posts Tagged School

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.

My Third Grader’s Project

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My nine-year-old came home with a project from his gifted services teacher last month linked to Art History Month. He was asked to select an artist, musician or playwright whose work has stood the test of time and determine which of the Habits of Mind this person demonstrated.

My son selected Vincent Van Gogh, probably because the art teacher at my son’s school had delivered a great lesson on Van Gogh recently. We got books from the library, found websites, and my son started taking notes in Inspiration.

After a while, he thought that one of the habits of mind that Van Gogh demonstrated was “Listening with Empathy and Understanding,” because of his compassion for the poor. He consulted with his art teacher, who suggested that “Determination” would be another hallmark of this artist. Another online connection through a professional learning network (an art teacher who is a friend’s mother) suggested that Van Gogh’s experimentation with color might demonstrate “Creating, Imagining, and Innovating.”

My son browsed online galleries, collected the paintings that he thought best represented each of these Habits of Mind, and began assembling his tri-fold board. I think he did a nice job on it.

Somewhere in the process, he asked me if we could do something using some of the technology that I use every day with students in the district where I teach. I wasn’t sure what that would look like, but he collected the paintings in a folder on our computer, and started keying in some notes about what he wanted to say about each one. He really liked the idea of using the green screen effect and the Alpha Tool in Keynote, so we assembled the project there.

I was really proud of him for learning so quickly how to import, crop and edit photos in iPhoto, export them to Keynote, layer the photos after removing the green, and then resize himself appropriately for the paintings. It reminds me a bit of the book Katie’s Picture Show.

He then set to work writing his own scripts for each slide. He rehearsed them and recorded them (patiently, as I had not done that before, and we kept making mistakes.) Then he happily ran off to play while I worked on exporting the Keynote to a QuickTime movie so that his school could show it.

But then disaster struck. The exported version made all the timings go wrong. So we re-recorded the audio and re-exported it. It was even worse than the first one. Suggestions from my online PLN came in, and we opted to try to reconstruct the whole thing using Audacity, GarageBand and iMovie. So that meant having to re-record the audio AGAIN.

He got most of it done Sunday night, but was just too tired. So get this — he got up at 5:45am on Monday morning to record the last four audio clips before I went to work. THAT’S dedication.

Anyway, it took a little tweaking and editing, but he completed it. He added some cool transitions. (Gotta love iMovie for those!) And he selected the parts of Don McClean’s song that he wanted. I’m proud of him for wanting to do something different, something 21st century and beyond the trifold board. I’m proud of him for recording all of the narrations three times. And I’m really proud of him for all of the tech learning he’s done in the last week.

So proudly, proudly, I share with you…his presentation.

Please leave your comments for him here or on the fliggo site.

(Cross-posted at Onionskin)

The Right Time

A friend and I sat for hours today and discussed returning to school - her for her doctorate, me for my masters. I was trying to make myself feel better about the fact that I can’t actually start my program until next summer, which means I won’t actually finish the program until July of 2010 - with my patience level, this just is NOT fast enough. I just kept saying that I have plenty of time to go to school and work, years and years and YEARS to go, go, go - maybe I should just chill out for awhile and just BE. I mean, I’ll only be 29 when July of 2010 rolls around, definitely not too late to get my masters.

My friend was saying that she wants to get everything done NOW before her daughter grows up, while I’m trying to rationalize waiting for some things until my kids are older. We explained our rationale to one another - it was so funny to hear that we have such different ideas of when the “right” time to spend more time away from ours kids is…………..is there EVER a right time? Our kids will deal with it at whatever age they are and I’m fairly certain that no matter how old my children are, the extra ours I spend at school won’t impact them as much as those hours impact me.

Maybe I’m wrong, who knows. Maybe there IS a right time. Until I get that mythical manual, though, I won’t know and will have to just keep stumbling around in the parenting darkness - at least when my darlings complain about me in therapy in years to come, they’ll be complaining about a highly educated mother………and think about my friend’s daughters, they’ll be ranting against their DR. mom!

Stumble along, that’s all we can do………….

Kate Olson is a mother of 2 toddlers and lives in rural Wisconsin. She balances motherhood & working from home in a semi-functional fashion - you can read more about Kate on our contributors page. She blogs about education and lots of business/tech stuff at Kate Says . Want more? Read all of Kate’s posts!

All Good Things Must Come to an End…

I think I’m embarrassing my son with the wide variety of emotions I’m experiencing (and expressing) as his first year of school winds to a close.  He vacillates between watching with amusement as I cry while I read (and re-read) the very sweet letter his teacher included in his Jr. Kindergarten Memory Book to rolling his eyes at me and asking in a very exasperated voice, “Mom - WHY are you crying??”  

I don’t know what’s the matter with me.  I’m actually very excited for him to be finishing his first year of school, because it means he successfully traversed the halls of education for the past nine months, and it means that in just three more months he’ll be joining “the big kids” in full-day Sr. Kindergarten, a fact which causes him tremendous pride and joy.  I’m also terribly proud of him and all he’s learned this year, despite being in school for just 2-1/2 hours a day.  He went from pretty much only being able to write his name and count to 20 back in September to writing whole sentences and beginning to read, and a million other really cool things.  In the circumstances, you’d think I’d have a perma-grin on my face and be turning joyful, happy cartwheels instead of bawling at the drop of a hat.  

I hope Angelo can tolerate my emotional rollercoaster tomorrow as he wraps up his very last day. Unfortunately, as one of the two room moms, I have to be there at the end of the morning to help the kids present Miss G with her end-of-year gift, and I have a sinking feeling I’ll be a weepy mess in front of my poor child and all of his little pals.  Ugh… the shame….  

Oh well.  Better that my boy get used to it now, as I expect there will be PLENTY of occasions for me to cry and make a spectacle of myself at his school functions over the years to come.  (Can you imagine his high school graduation?!?  I’ll need to be sedated, you just watch.)

In all seriousness, here’s to a wonderful first year of school for Angelo, to a phenomenal teacher, and to a beautiful and fun summer to come!

P.S. I’m heading out of town tomorrow for a much-needed vacation and I don’t think I’ll have access to the Internet much (if at all) while I’m away, so here’s wishing all of you a great weekend and week, and I’ll catch up with you when I’m back on the 23rd!