(Um, just a homeschooling post. No deeper meaning.)
I’ve been planning school a month at a time lately. February went a little haywire, between guests, the flu, and the 6-week mark on the library cycle (all books to be returned). So yesterday morning with life resuming a semblance of normalcy, had to figure out what to do about science. Kids had really enjoyed the lab science feel to our Drop of Water study, and they’d been complaining about the endless animal research reports last fall, so I thought maybe it wasn’t the auspicious week to return to Zoo Pass Science Class.
Instead I announced that as soon as the kitchen table was clean after lunch, I’d pull out the microscopes. We have one very nice low-power microscope that the SuperHusband acquired from work. He had spied one sitting unused and unwanted in the lab, and in lieu of a bonus, asked his boss if he could have that instead. The other is a hand-me-down from Ann Miko at Phos Hilarion, a good sturdy cast metal unit retired from a school science lab.
So science this week is this: You can look at anything you want under the microscopes. Having them out for free use is turning out to be much more peaceful than having everyone gathered for one short class and having to fight for turns.
Kitchen table can be devoted to this because the weather is so nice this week. We’re having meals and most homework outside at the picnic table. I’ll be frank here: This is one of the primary reasons we homeschool. Seriously. Living in the south, our glorious summer days all come during the school year. (In what gets called “summer” it’s one giant three-month-long sauna.)
So I was sitting outside yesterday, feeling like the luckiest person in the world (fairly accurate), and there was that little voice saying “Your children should be sitting inside under flourescent lights all day, because that’s how they’ll become prepared for the adult world”. Because I guess people who do math in broad daylight are rank hedonists.
But people say this. There’s this notion floating around that Children Must Suffer. It is not enough to master the material, It Must Be Boring. It is not enough to devote hours a day to schoolwork, it Must Be Done Someplace Unpleasant. It is not enough to have a varied social life, There Must Be Bullies.
Now if there were something natural about spending large quantities of time sitting indoors under artificial lighting, I could be persuaded that the resistant child must be conformed to the human condition. But given that long stretches sitting still, and long hours of daylight spent inside, are actually linked to health disorders? It becomes a bit like insisting that because the child will likely one day work in the mines, he must be sent underground from the age of five so that he might become accustomed to the dark and damp and coal dust.
So that’s us. Rank hedonists. Happy Spring, southerners.