My parents keep asking how school was. It's like saying. "how was that drive-by shooting?" You don't care how it was, you're lucky to get out alive.
Finally. It is such a relief. We are done for the year. Star's work is in the mail to here & we can give our attention to more important things: the art exhibition; the Gothic; the cats. Definitely the cats.
It has been an incredibly difficult year. I find year 10 is like that ~ especially for concrete learners. They have to see how everything applies to life as they live it ~ & as most schooling isn't & doesn't it becomes a battle royal. Thanks to the vagaries of the Queensland educational system the kids are too young to throw to the employment wolves & too old to tell, "Just suck it up, baby!" Yeah.
So while I was thinking thoughts unmentionable about Star & her appalling attitude to anything remotely academic I happened to trail into the garage after some engine oil & caught the tail end of the teller's conversation with her daughter.
"No. You can not come home. No. You can not leave school. No. I told you not to ring & ask..." Catching my giggle she rolled her eyes & said, "We do this every Wednesday..." So, it could be worse. The child could actually be in school ~ & nothing changes except I lose the modicum of control I actually have! Any day of the week the local mall is swarming with bored kids who have just walked out of their classes. I need to bear that in mind. Truly, there's a reason we homeschool & it has nothing whatsoever to do with academic outcomes!
I love my child. She is wonderful & witty & funny & she is incredible about helping run this house. She is always happy & smiling [unless someone inadvertently mentions the M word [math] ] ~ & even better she is kind & caring but no amount of trying is going to turn my pig's ear into a silk purse. What's more I figure we've done pretty well. Her math is better than mine. She reads voraciously & has an extensive vocabulary. She writes well. She just needs a proper purpose in order to do all these things. In my perfect world that would happen. We don't get to have a perfect world. What we now get to do is something real. Something incredibly exhausting that requires loads of patience & more loads of hard work ~ something that assures me that when it comes to reality my ditzy daughter has a really, really good grasp on the niceties of life.