Nancy's Law of Homeschooling says that if you don't feel like leaving your house, if today you just want to blow off everything on your calendar, especially the big commitment things, that you aren't sick, but you feel run down, then you should call other people you are supposed to get together with because chances are, they are feeling the same way. What's dragging you down is probably dragging them down, too.
Today was an instance of that Law in action. The ballet teacher at RES was out with pinkeye, and I decided that after our long dance week of Frances being at rehearsal or in the show 6 days out of 7 that we needed a morning to ourselves to recover and get back on track at home. It was a good thing we did. The typing teacher was out with sick kids, too, and we had a very productive morning here.
Competitiveness is on my mind these days. How competitive should one be, and what is the role of competition in our endeavours? Tennis is one of the areas where I'm struggling with my own human feelings of wanting to, well, win. And then trying to balance that with my rational side, which says that Suburban League, especially, is about having fun. But it's a game! It's a game. And games are meant to be contests. Yeah, there are cooperative games, but tennis isn't one of them, and although I don't have a massive drive to constantly be on top and I certainly have more than my share of defeats, I do like to feel that there was a good contest, that I was doing my best, and a successful record doesn't exactly drag my spirits down. I'm often paired with weaker or less experienced players, partly, I think, because I don't live at the tennis courts the way a lot of other people do, so I'm not always on the inside track. I'm also pretty "nice" in the sense that I don't request I not be paired with certain people, and I know that there are others who do, so that leaves me in a position for a broader range of pairings than some people have, and I can't discount that being paired with newer or weaker players pulls my own record down, which makes me look not so good. The vicious cycle part is not working in my favor. I am hoping that I feel better about my own playing this week and that I'll have an opportunity to play singles some, too, which is where I feel like I really shine.
Games class went great today. I didn't pay a lot of attention to what went on in the two Life duos (why they didn't combine into one four player game I'll never know), but at least one of them did end in, as Ollie put it, a "mercy termination" because Marty ran out of money. I supervised the Monopoly Junior game between three of the younger members of the class, and that too managed to wrap up in the allotted time. So far, we often go well over time and still get nowhere close to completion. Goop and Glue was also successful--Moon Sand occupied us for the entire 45 minutes, and it didn't make too big of a mess, especially on people's bodies. Rutledge was deeply engaged playing with his rockets and space men and molding sand and transferring it from one container to another. Last session, he was not so participatory, so this is a welcome change. But once again, watching the board games, I wondered whether I should feel so good about teaching competition and strategy; it's an area where I think my own children need more work--caring about whether they do their best in what are, essentially, contest situations. Wanting to put forth their best effort, even when an element of chance helps determine the outcome. Is it really any different in, say, baseball? You never know what the other players will do, there are aspects of the game out of your control, but the harder you play, the better your own performance looks, even if other things intervene to make the entire team lose.
I'm still worrying more than I probably should about Ollie's weak writing skills. He's moving along so much more slowly than the other kids in the class, and even though he has gotten a lot of practice this year in writing paragraphs, he's still having trouble crafting an entire sentence that makes sense on any level. His spelling is bad, his grammar is negligent, his sentences incomplete or so full of errors that they are impossible for even him to read aloud. I am working closely with him, but I was really hoping for a stronger self-running ability by now. Tonight he was working on a Powerpoint presentation about the world's fastest street-legal cars. The assignment I gave was to write a "Did You Know" essay--choose some topic that interests you and share some information. Ollie's was, "Did you know that the Bugatti Veyron is one of the world's fastest cars?" Walter's is, "Did you know that you can get rich by having certain trading cards?" Their favorite book right now is "For Boys Only," which is a collection of factoids, lists, and Guiness Book of World Records-esque trivia. Both of their Did you knows came from the book and then were researched further. Progress may be slow, but progress is progress, and we'll take what we can get.
Walter is still reading really quickly. Who knows how much he is getting out of his reading at this rapid rate, but he's voracious if nothing else. Right now he's reading _Huckleberry Finn_ in the Great Illustrated Classics version. I just picked up five more GICs at Goodwill the other day, as well as some other books that I thought might be of interest to him: some other books by the author of Babe, some Bunnicula books, and a Tove Jannson book. Ollie and I are reading Little House on the Prairie, and he is loving it. We are also working on a biography of Alexander Graham Bell and have been watching the biography of John Adams on HBO. It coincided perfectly yesterday with our chapter in History of US, which was about Adams as a lawyer, his passion for justice, and how he defended the British soldiers involved in the Boston Massacre. We worked this weekend on making timeline cards about some of this stuff and putting in some key dates in our own understanding of relative chronology: when Great Grandmother was born, when my Mom was born, when I was born. That way we can figure out those matters such as whether there was television when I was a little girl or whether Great Grandmother was alive when Laura Ingalls Wilder was a little girl in a log cabin.
On my own docket for this week:
* next to last art class tomorrow
* dinner with Leader Applicant and other Leaders at Mexico Restaurant tomorrow night
* tennis clinic in the morning
* play practice
* birthday party Wednesday night
* baseball game Wednesday night
* Suburban match at Stonehenge Thursday morning
* not procrastinating about writing for co-op
* finishing my rearrangement of the schoolroom and the dining room and the Teen Lounge
* writing a draft of an article for Visions
* ordering tickets for the opera Lucia di Lammermoor this Friday evening
* signing up for USTA team and renewing membership
It's a pretty typical week, but there still seems to be a lot going on. Baseball really added a big dimension to our running around, one we probably didn't need. But I suppose we'll have to monitor how it goes, and at least the season is finite.
Swim team tryouts were a success on Saturday morning. Frances especially swam well in both strokes, and she was thrilled to see Katherine from church, who is 15 or so and thought Franny was just the bee's knees. But man oh man, I have no idea how we'll fit in the practices, especially for Frances. She will miss most, if not all of the swim and dive practices that happen in the afternoons before the school year ends and morning practice begins. It's only two or three weeks, but still...it's a lot to miss at the beginning when she has no experience. And she was too small for even the smallest of the team swimsuits; we're waiting to hear what the Plan B is there. I'm really holding out hope that this experience will open some social opportunities in the neighborhood for Walter and Ollie, since they'll be spending a good quantity of time with other kids every single day for a lot of weeks. And of course, it frees me up to play tennis most mornings of the week because we'll already be over by the courts, and the kids will be suitably occupied. I hope that Rutledge takes a good strong liking to the nursery, because he'll be spending a fair amount of time there.
Well, I'm off to read The Remains of the Day and try to get some sleep before I need to head out early tomorrow.