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Mason's Journey to Home School, May the Force Be With You Mommy!
... I do feel that God, the Universe, the Powers that Be, what I call affectionately and respectfully, (The Force) some mixture as I believe or singular as others do... either way same to me...Old Zen precept is "Different, but the same, example is ice and water, different but the same" are at work here specifically to find "Mason" an education based on his own needs. I have saved everything about homeschooling that I have read. One thing was a list of all the types of homeschooling and education methods from and entire section in the Desert Exposure. The first method listed was the Charlotte Mason Method back then I knew nothing about homeschool, but the article compelled me greatly and I kept the paper. I revisited this article last weekend and thought to myself after reading all the methods that the Charlotte Mason Method seemed a good fit for my little buddy called Mason. I'm a big Wayne Dyer fan and so I don't see this as coincidence only a signal of you are on the right path, move forward... Today I got an email from Zion Academy (online private school) whom I paid my 80.00 to telling me I hadn't completed my enrollment and that owed way more $$$... long story there but I'm losing 80.00 due to their non-refund policy and the fact that I probably won't want to enroll him for 08-09 because they are actually a private school and want me to give up my homeschool status to the state (I have grown attached to my status as a homeschool person) LOL! Back to my sequence of repeating, "you're on the right track signals...." I just clicked a link sent a week ago from my homeschool mom-friend to Ambleside and the very first thing I read was "We believe in Charlotte Mason's method..." OKAY, OKAY I don't to be to hit me over the head to make me realize the plan here! LOL! Move forward, you're in he right direction...
Tags: Home School
My life and it's parts Leta Hollingworth (1942) noted that in the regular elementary classroom moderately gifted children wasted almost half their time and exceptionally gifted children almost all their time. In her day, with grade-skipping prevalent, moderately gifted children tolerated the regular classroom routine relatively well since they were already advanced, but even moderate advancement did not appreciably help the exceptionally gifted. Today, with little grade skipping or other types of advancement common, the plight of even the moderately gifted child is cause for concern. Yet, it is exceptionally gifted children whose needs are more difficult to meet by virtue of being, so few in number and because of the differences in their cognitive skills.
Many exceptionally gifted children remain invisible in school. Even when special talents are acknowledged, little is done to further their development. Thus, there are exceptionally gifted students like James, age 9, whose abilities in every subject are so far above those of age peers that his school has no idea how to meet his needs. Left to devise lessons for James, his fourth grade teacher gives him the same lessons as the rest of the class and tells him to develop some aspect of the topic further. When he does so, there is no time allotted for him to share discoveries with the class or teacher. Many of the children in this study face classrooms like James' with caring, but poorly prepared teachers, and few outside resources available to provide the extra texts, materials mentors, and support required to give them the education they really need. Over time, lack of support for their needs results in social and emotional crises.
Gross (1993) suggested that the difference of these children is a great cross for them to bear. She stated that if their needs are not met, they can come to feel there is something wrong with them, and to be ashamed of their talents. Exceptionally gifted children are children at risk, as much as are children whose achievement is below average. It is hoped that by understanding these gifted children's unique cognitive characteristics, their talents can be appreciated and further developed. From Cass: Mason is perceptive and spiritual enough already to feel demoralized in the classroom. He doesn't buy into being given extra work because nobody gives a shiznit about what he's working on--they wouldn't understand it anyway. Who would? When we stop treating kids like a different species until they are 18, then we might actually get somewhere! He doesn't care about stupid labels "oh he's very smart, oh he speak eloquently" blah, blah, static chhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Just teach him something interesting.
Also, for the first time Mason has friends! Actual friends from the homeschool groups. People's contantly saying to me he won't have socialization is rubbish--do they say to hear themselves blab? They don't know a thing about it until they've done it! He has more close friends (even an admitted crush on a "public school" friend's daughter, Gillian) than ever before... It also gives him the opportunity to be mates with older kids and then sort of go back to those of his age when he's needing a first grade fart fest or what have you. LOL! Just venting!
Big Sheryl Crow fan here... so fully loaded on iPod and I'm riding my bike, training for triathlon and "Wildflower" comes on. It was surreal, I'm starring at the road so intensly that it starts to make some kind of cool pattern that bends. An optical illusion--so cool. Anyway, so weird cause everyone said that was her in love album to Lance Armstrong. Come on! It's so totally not... It reaks of being hurt and burnt and leaving. And all the dissing of that album, just don't get it. It so rocks and is really deep. What do folks want her to do record "All I wanna do is have some fun over and over"? Anyway, love Sheryl love Lance... Both my heros on different planes. Seem like good people, too bad love under the microscope just doesn't work. Being famous is overrated and inheritantly lonely... Heath Ledger, brilliant actor and now gone... The universe called him back, hope we see him again.
Mason my 7 year old son got glasses recently. He was having trouble reading and he actually was sight reading at 3... Have no idea when his eyes started buggin' him. This is the part where the uncontrollable parental guilt kicks in for me. LOL! Anyway, finally he has glasses... Today he was reading signs everywhere and tonight he read a book expressively to us--I stood up and yelled bravo! It's amazing. On the way home he was looking out the magical New Mexico clouds in the sky as though he's never "seen" them before. His sister Kaelyn, 3 kept saying Mason look at me talk to me. He said NO I'm watching the clouds move and change. They entranced him. So yeah I "ride" with them I'm merely the driver and while I sit in the front of the car and steer the wheel~ I'm really in their lives only at the stern of the boat holding the rudder... They are captains, AMEN!
I've come to realize...
1. I've come to realize that: I'll never be alone 2. I've come to realize that when I talk:
I get tired of talking, rather be doing something; Lot less talk a lot more action--Let's roll
3. I've come to realize that, when I love someone:
it's unconditional
4. I've come to realize that I need:
to ignore advice and do what "I" want
5. I've come to realize that I'm losing:
time, wish I would have done more stuff in my 30s, travel, sports, etc.
6. I've come to realize that I hate it when:
people give me music that has no deep meaning to them, only fluff-I'm deep don't give me crap that has no meaning.... Even if it is "rubbish" if means something, then I'll treasure it 7. I've come to realize that if I'm drunk:
I'm way too crazy--I drink one beer when out and that's it--I'm serious! 8. I've come to realize that money:
is important--I can't be a starving artist for the rest of my life!
9. I've come to realize that people:
Are souls, not belonging to anyone but from which they came... treat them that way. 10. I've come to realize that I'll always be:
Wild, turn on a dime...Don't like it? There's the door! 11. I've come to realize that I have a crush on:
nobody, crushes are for children and teens 13. I've come to realize that my cell phone is:
a cool internet revolution thingy, I can IM, surf, text... I want more... I can use to keep my clients happy while I'm at the park or wherever with my kids. Need to upgrade to iPhone.
14. I've come to realize that when I woke up this morning:
I needed my coffee and will always love it, evermore... esp. while watching the clouds shift over the Franklin Mountains from my kitchen window. Ahhhh, the Southwest. 15. I've come to realize that before I go to sleep at night :
That I'm a spark of the "Great Big Sparkler" 16. I've come to realize that right now I am thinking about:
two worlds
17. I've come to realize that babies:
are souls given to us to take care of, you don't OWN them. If you are nice they might want hang with you when they are grown. It shouldn't hurt to be a child. My son says mom "I pick you as the #1 person I want to try sky-diving with" That rocks! If you can't wrap your head around that--then don't have kids! 18. I've come to realize that when I get on Redhedd:
I'm having loads of fun! 19. I've come to realize that today :
Could be the last day of the rest of my life... My friend's son died about 3 years ago. He was the founder of The Crazy MF Redheaded Club, South Bay. He was 25 and a surfer, had a twin sis, and an older brother... He lived life like it was his last day always. Good thing, he got cancer and died suddenly. At his funeral they showed him skydiving in Europe. As they showed that video we stood outside by the lagoon... A cool breeze took me by surprise and I knew I'd never be the same. Live it, don't waste it!
20. I've come to realize that tonight I will:
working and then invoicing
21. I've come to realize that tomorrow I will:
going to Maddy's birthday
22. I've come to realize that I really want to:
Live and love and be happy... whatever it takes 23. I've come to realize that the person who is most likely to repost this is:
Somebody with cool red locks, hopefully!
Mom called today her newest obsession besides being on a diet is web surfing and figuring out how to open and send her email. She leaves me emails that say "Hi just checking my email today..." Translation is she wants to know why I haven't sent her one lately. LOL!. So I sent her some pics and an email. She CALLS back via phone to say I look tired and that the kids look cute. What does "tired" mean? Okay yes, she's right. Very next message is my dad, aka Papa... He calls to tell me he's sitting in Gilley's in Dallas, TX. I lived there for awhile. I do have fond memories of dancing the two and three step with a handsome cowboy or two. Lovely dying breed REAL cowboys. To those kind gentlemen and amazing dancers. I toast you!  Cowboy up! One thing to remember when he spins you--don't knock his cowboy hat off! LOL!
My favorite flower was lavender rose, how splendid their attraction to me... representing a person who touched my heart so breifly. Five years he captured me as if trancing me. In days of the beach, sandy kisses blissy misses soft were your lips and olive skin. Blue eyes compell me and I forget our differences. You want a doe and I want an equal. You the strong buck. I hide in mystery so that you will see what you want to see. So we walk in the valley of Yosemite, lacey white dress and a straw hat as my crown. Athletic and strapping young man with a crooked smile. He stumbles on his words a preclude to an end unknowingly loosing his grip on me. I feel it within and push it away pretending. Saying I do and goodbye all in one sentence, the camera records and I glimpse the future and resent it... Unable to stop the play the dance of life as it continues. The lavender rose no longer to tempt me, yet I remember the loving it gave. I forget the pain and put only the sandy kisses and blissy misses in my secret book of time. I'm grateful for without them, I would have never have known the sweetness of the lavender rose and he was mine for that short time.
I draw pictures of you, write in my journal wait for you to get through the pain. Even though I am here you are sad. Not sure why I stayed to this day I am wondering. I hold it in and cry and drink too much wine. All the cards fall on the floor and still I don't go. Alone in Hollywood again... Things progress but never seem to be what they are and only what you want. You draw and I sadly strum the guitar-yet I'm the artist you're the piper. Even when you ask the drink is on and I never know whether you said what you meant or holding to drunken words in a dark bar on Vine.
In a cloud of mist there you sat under the tree drank the drink of gentlemen coveting something so familiar to me The rub of strings and twang of the lines;
in the warm of of my bliss I did not see Amalie beckoning I hold out my hand still unbroken by the dance
That boy half man stands small of frame by the tree and the sound of his guitar sweetly calls to me
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