|This year's class had six girls and two boys. We met in the church balcony.|
My biggest success remains our fine son Ben, who used to hate writing assignments so much that he would put them off way too long and then bring them home for homework. When he had no choice but to get it done, he would flop on the couch, writhing and groaning and clutching his stomach like he was dying of appendicitis. "I. . . juuuussstttt. . . cannnnntttt. . . dooooo. . . thiiiiiiisssss!!"
I demonstrated this to the class the other day, sitting up and very much toning it down, but they still looked at me with shocked and disturbed faces.
But Ben learned to not fear writing assignments and to analyze his ideas and gel them into sentences and set them in order on a paper, all while remaining calm and controlled.
My biggest success. If he can, then so can anyone.
This week was the final class for this year. As is customary, I told the kids to bring snacks, but all but one forgot, so we had Doritos, brownies, and tea.
What a fun bunch they have been.
|Trenton, who now believes me that I will post his picture just like this.|
in more ways than one,
and when you eat something she made
it is very fun.
So I read it at the shower. Sadly, I couldn't find the one Kayla had written about Justin.
I told the current class that who knows, I might do the same with their handiwork, some day. They looked at each other and emphatically said, no, that wasn't happening. Well, I said. We will see.
|Ashley, Deana, Jenny|
|Janane and Eunice who prefers to go by Jess. Jess homeschools but joined us for the class.|
|Trenton and Caleb|
JESSE: Daaavviiid oh Dddddaaavidd where are you?
DAVID; Over here pops.
JESSE: Oh good I need you to run down to the battlefield like a good little boy and take this food to your brothers
DAVID: MMmmmmm smells like Buffalo Wild Wings!!!
(Later in Scene 3)
DAVID: Hey guys what's up?
BROTHER 3: Nothing much just fighting and killing people.
BROTHER 2: Hey what's that good smell?
DAVID: It's Buffalo Wild Wings!
ALL BROTHERS TOGETHER: Oh boy!
|Deana and Jenny|
|Caleb and Mikala|
Trenton: What's wrong with this one?
Me: You were supposed to write a 4-line poem. That has only three.
Trenton: It's haiku.