|Cobus grew up!|
I used the time while he was at school to work on my photography business, raise a baby parrot and scoop Great Dane poo. Household materials got pared down, closets got cleaned out and a kitchen got remodeled. I also became a fan of following a plant-based diet and discovered an underlying desire to spend time in the kitchen chopping vegetables. All the while, though, I wondered what we would do for eighth grade. The benefits and beauty of homeschooling become rather glaring when one isn't partaking of them.
|Ziggy, the female Green Cheek Conure|
We are learning at home again.
It's likely he won't set foot in another school building long term until such time he deems college a path to step out on.
I prefer to say that he is on an independent learning adventure of a sort to be determined (that's the line held in reserve for the occasional person at the grocery store who wonders aloud why that young man isn't in school where he should be; I will leave the "to be determined" part out of those interactions. Heck, maybe I'll choose not to interact at all.) It will take awhile to figure out where he wants to go, what he wants to do. We are wandering into UNSCHOOLING territory with its heavily prescribed doses of freedom to breathe and be; my job is to remain calm and keep feeding everyone kale.
It feels like good timing to begin blogging again. I hope you will have us back as we pick up where we left off.