On, In, and Around Mondays: The Questionable School Choice
"Sometime I want to hear how distance-learning has gone for your daughter this year," she wrote.
I am not sure what to say.
On the floor are three copies of Machiavelli's The Prince. Different versions, for comparison. My girl ordered them from the library after reading an excerpt in her history text.
We never really used texts before this year, but the distance-learning school uses them. So here we are. With the exception of Biology, it seems to me that the real learning still seems to be happening on my girl's own terms. Machiavelli, times three.
The distance-learning school assigns essays. She writes them because she has to; they are usually bare reflections of her true capabilities. And yet, last night, after she walked at sunset by herself, she came home and spent two hours in vigorous essay writing. I saw her consulting books, flipping from here to there, happily engrossed.
My girls have been home educated their whole lives, but for high school I simply didn't feel like keeping the transcripts, proving the learning, in the ways I would need to do for the girls to apply for college. Distance-learning seemed to be the happiest medium we might find.
One of my favorite librarians asked me the other day if my girl still writes the way she always did. I had to say no, she does not. She doesn't have the time. A little piece of my heart broke in the telling.
How is the distance-learning going? It's hard to say. There've been losses I find it hard to live with. Still, my girl found Machiavelli in her history text. And she says the writing is beautiful.
That's what I'm counting on, in the end. That the center she's been given all these years will help her to find the beautiful, to make her own way, even when her reality doesn't feel ideal.
On, In and Around Mondays (which partly means you can post any day and still add a link) is an invitation to write from where you are. Tell us what is on, in, around (over, under, near, by...) you. Feel free to write any which way... compose a tight poem or just ramble for a few paragraphs. But we should feel a sense of place. Would you like to try? Write something 'in place' and add your link below.
If you could kindly link back here when you post, it will create a central meeting place. :)
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