Today was the first day of our new school year. It started like every other homeschool day after the first 3 weeks of playing school-ey school.
You must understand, I got this. Seriously what you are about to read may give you great pause and cause for concern but ya gotta trust me. I know what I'm doing here.
I had every intention of beginning a calmer routine today where we would plow through our book work but homeschool is as much about home as school. It's about 50-50, it's supposed to be, it's good balance that way.
We didn't open a math book, or a language arts curriculum or work on science program online.
My son literally worked all day on robots. Obsessed with robotics now, he drew, journaled, he researched, he wrote pages and pages of directions, requirements, calculations and problem solving. He built prototypes and searched for prototypes like his online to troubleshoot.
He read his book, he measured the challenge course and took notes. He worked some more. He read, reviewed and took furious notes about the regulations and rules of competition for his Robotics Team. He described each revision in exhaustive (to mom) detail. He presented his plans to his team tonight. Then he came home and continued working until I made him go to bed.
Now. All the writing (pages) in his journal is not in excellent penmanship. There are also spelling errors. Not because he can't spell but because, though it isn't his strongest suit, he can spell best when he does his revisions, not on his personal shorthand.
Telling dad, who is out of town working all about his day he was so excited he could scarcely contain himself. He shared his plans with Lindsey too. He told me in the hall at Team tonight that he missed Corey and he hoped we could visit him soon.
A couple of the adult leaders were heard saying of him that he has a lot of great ideas, and he's smart.
I'm a homeschool mom. A veteran, a successful one.