A hectic morning called for a little lunch assistance, and Sarah spoiled her mom by preparing lunch today. She prepared her specialty, Trader Joe’s (I really hope you have one of these awesome stores near you!) potstickers with sautéed asian vegetables. We have had a breakthrough morning as Melissa is finally understanding the concept of “cancellation opportunities”. What a big relief, and cause for celebration. It was Sarah’s turn for an academic meltdown today. My first language is French, and my desire has been for my daughters to learn the language. Rosetta Stone has been our curriculum of choice since the early grades, and provided a good foundation for study abroad in later years. The Rosetta Stone sessions build mostly an oral vocabulary over time, that progressively gets more difficult. Today, Sarah hit a wall and felt like she could not go on. I respected that and decided to ease up a little on Sarah’s French and do some review instead. Flexibility is another wonderful reason to homeschool! There was no reason to push her to the point of hating French.
A possible negative to homeshooling is it can produce very subjective criticism on the part of the parent, me. I thought Sabrina’s English essay on “Fast Food Nation”, the book she is reading for her college class, was really lovely. I have never been the best critic for my childrens’ writing, however, although I am getting better. Although I can help them with their grammar and spelling, I always love what they have to say in their writing assignments and it makes me giddy how they express themselves on paper. For this reason, we decided to enlist the help of the more objective Uncle Paul, who is a writer himself, and also another family friend, Pablo, to help her along in this area.
Interior Design class was a big hit with Sabrina today. Many professors at the community college, supplement their professional work with teaching, whether for financial or benevolent reasons. This professor is a master of Interior Design, and shared his personal success and expertise in a very relatable way with his students. And he is Italian, as are my daughters (half-Italian, half-French), so I might be a little biased here. He joked that he was going to give her some extra points for being Italian. At that point everyone in the class started raising their hands and claiming Italian ancestry!
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May God shower blessings on your family as he has on mine. Annette