Oh Hell. I dunno. It just kind of characterizes our homeschool experience so far….
I really do let my own highschool baggage get in the way sometimes.

Our meeting with our homeschool boss-lady last Friday went, in fact, completely without incident, without frustration and without namecalling judgement. Boss-lady (for whom she shall from this point forward be affectionately named) was very cool about what we’ve been doing- reading, gardening, camping, triathloning- and pretty non-chalant about what we haven’t been doing- modules.

We left the meeting with a whole new set of materials, which included two more modules, despite sheepishly admitting we’d not yet actually completed the last. While I’ve not officially announced it at any of these assessment meetings, I do think (given her extensive experience overseeing homeschoolers) she’s caught on to the fact that we’re of something along the unschooling variety of homeschoolers.

I’m happy she’s so perceptive. It saves me actually stating it out loud. Because stating it out loud, whether to Boss-lady, my family, my friends or my neighbors, then means I have to rationalize, justify, just plain old, explain, what the hell that means and therefore just what the hell we’re actually doing. Not that I couldn’t if you gave me a few days enough time, it’s just something I’m still playing with and trying to make work.

In the meantime, as we play with unschooling and flirt with our ‘modules’, oh… and diddle a little with old Charlotte- Mason, that is- we are sitting happily on the fence… finding our way. A way that works best. And I think, after these past six months, we’re getting there.

I just don’t wanna have to try to explain it to anybody!