Friday, October 4, 2013
I will admit that, until a month ago, Common Core was just a sticker on our math workbooks. I rolled my eyes at it - true- but I ignored it. After all: I teach math the way I was taught, and these books give me the examples for my kids to work. Why do I care what the (admittedly brief) explanations at the top of each page say?
A friend was kind enough to explain to me that there is FAR MORE to this issue than just more sad educational pedagogies. And I started my research.
The results are awful, and impact ALL of us.
Saturday, September 14, 2013
I won't lie to you. I teach science in the most horrible, convoluted way. I overload my kids- taking 37 years of knowledge on a topic, and raining it down on them in 30 minute segments. I use multimedia (documentaries, short video clips, or slideshows I've created). I am excited about the topic, I talk breathlessly.
Oh, I'm not ALWAYS that bad. Occasionally I download a 'grade appropriate' topic or unit from somewhere. These are... slips, though. I rely on them when the topic is a bit too simplistic and I can't think of anything overly exciting to add to what's already out there.
So what effect does this... total immersion in a topic have on my kids, you might be wondering? And how does that compare against my 'slip-ups' when I rely on much more age-appropriate material?
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Friday, August 23, 2013
Thursday, August 8, 2013
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Last year, the 2012-2013 school year, was an awful year for us.
We had a major change mid year (and to allay fears, no it WASN'T a tornado), and I have to admit that our 'strict' homeschooling came to a screeching halt. It was my fault: I wasn't doing very well because of the change, and I had an incredibly hard time devising plans and carrying them out. The little battles with our homeschool- the kid who really doesn't like to apply himself, no matter how bright he is, the child who loves to talk when she should be working- were just too exhausting for me to handle in a manner that my children deserve. By spring, I felt like a complete failure. Less than half of what I wanted to get done actually got there, two-day assignments stretched into a week and, sometimes, two.