Any wandering past visitor will otherwise think this blog is only a permanent mouth open rant against Ed Balls, the dark lord Badman and all goblins who live in mountains.
Anyway, this blog exists partly to show you that if you enjoy life with your own children, there's no reason why you shouldn't do more of it. Money might be a reason, possibly. My solution on that score is mostly to go without. The charity shops in Northampton are cheap. They're a much better bargain than Hitchin, where the reusable M&S clothes are very expensive.
Cutting edge stuff, eh?
Well, if you are contemplating home education, here's an ordinary day. Minus the arguments.
After reading another chapter of The Hobbit, we all donned outdoor clothes and strode off across the fields looking for an education.
That means we can call the world and this field, our classroom. Including this special building which I feel bears some similarity to the one I used to teach in.
The little grits need no encouragement to go around poking their noses into these places. With this sort of background they could aspire to be OFSTED inspectors.
But given that we home educators encourage playtime, here is a picture of permissible play going on from a park bench.
And we walk past a lot of wetland, so let's call fifteen minutes in a bird hide staring at an upturned duck's arse both science and geography. The debate as to whether it was really a dead floating pigeon we will count as PSHE.
As usual, the Gritmobile is the last car in the carpark at College Lake today, so I'm betting that the gritlets made something of an education from their observations and experiences of the world; from all the discussions we had about dead pigeons, quarries, wetlands, global warming, and where you would hide if you were a weasel on the run from a ferret armed with a sub machine gun.
Later I might bribe the little home educated gritlets to write about it.So there it is. A perfectly ordinary home educating day.
I recommend it.
*OK, upwiththelarks is a lie, and I only put it in to make myself feel purposeful and energetic. Really, I poke my kids with skewers to force them out of bed at 10am.
Of course, now I have confessed, I will claim that lolling around in bed is yet another benefit of the not at school lifestyle. You can hang around in jimmie jams till all hours reading books, and you get to call that an education as well.
3 comments:
No light pollution here Grit. On a clear night there are more stars to be seen than you can shake a stick at as the saying goes. And we only have to step outside our front door!
'That means we can call the world and this field, our classroom. Including this special building which I feel bears some similarity to the one I used to teach in.'
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
god, we were up with papacrow at SEVEN THIRTY today - we were out the house at EIGHT THIRTY today, EEEEK! all dressed in our own (clean) clothes, and all having eaten breakfast.
only golf tuition could have worked this magic... that and the super duper chips they sell in the club house. thank god the sessions are only once a month.
(we're usually still in our pjs at 9.30/10 too....)
I'm dying to know - where would you hide if you were a weasel on the run from a ferret armed with a sub machine gun?
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