Reluctantly, I joined a home school group earlier this Fall. Reluctant because there are so many reasons why the fit is wrong for us. I also assumed being a groupie would inhibit our schedule flexibility. After giving it a go during the first session, I think it's worth doing. Alexandra has the opportunity to meet other home school kids regularly, join them on the occasional field trip, learn some history, and I am exposed to other home school parents, each with their own unique approach.
The group meets biweekly and we attend two classes one afternoon a week. Her two history classes are fifty minutes each with a 30 minute social break between. Her first class discusses history through classical music and the other is biographical, focusing on a single historical figure and the world that surrounded them each week.
Admittedly, I am a fairly lame participant in that I always have my boys with me while she is in class so I can't be too helpful and because of Vic's travel schedule, I am never able to attend parent organizational meetings. I knew when I joined that my participation would be limited yet it still bothers me a bit since I usually strive to be less lame. I have resolved that I don't need to be completely involved in everything we choose to do. It seems overly obvious now that this thought has been transcribed from my nervous stomach to the screen. However, it's simplicity supports my recent sweeping decision to make more meaningful choices about how I spend my time. I have tried to invest my time tactfully but I was overwhelmed today by the need to take another look... My search for the 25th hour begins, again.
Thursday, November 10, 2011