This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme -an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt: “stuff” used an any way we like – I went fairly basic,but got a little saucy at the end!
As sometimes happens, I had something else in mind for this post, which I intended to write a few hours from now, once I’d gotten my morning journaling, reconnecting with the kids after sleep, and enough hometending done that I could give myself to the process.
Instead, I wrote this journal entry, and realized, when the word ‘stuff” emerged all on its own, that this was actually my #SoCS post for today.
Sometimes, people ask me how my kids can learn if I’m not actively teaching them; or without the use of a curriculum. School has become so entrenched in our culture as the place kids must go to learn, that we’ve heard, more than once, despite both kids’ obvious intelligence (and, of course, I’m not remotely biased in that regard!), that they must be stupid or backward if they’re not either in school or sitting round the kitchen table being overseen in their lessons (“School-at-home”).
What follows isn’t necessarily a “typical” day. Our lives are organic; each day flows with its own rhythm, energy, and focus. Sometimes we’re much more active; sometimes we spend the day going places and doing things. It’s just a glimpse into a bit of yesterday, told sketchily so I have some kind of personal record, and shared as an example of what learning looked like, for bits and pieces of yesterday, here at our house.
And a note: I forgot to add paragraphs for last Saturday’s post. So, if you’re looking for more of the story, stay tuned after today’s SoCS, because I’ve got more to share! =D
The Stuff of An Unschooling Life
November 28, 2015 –
Yesterday was a lovely day. Once I was up and came to my study for my morning(ish) journaling, Miah and I had a long and wandering conversation that started with him talking about a story he just edited for someone on the FIMfiction site. That led to a decision to find him some fun grammar books for the Kindle, and a discussion of opening lines. I’m reading Up From Slavery by Booker T. Washington, and read him the first line – led to an exploration of life as a slave…and talk of Tuskegee… the school, and the experiments…
Then I read him the first line of Sea Changes:
He wants to read these when I’m done. We talked then about marketing funnels, and some of what I’m doing with the Kifo stories and fan fiction in that regard. Then I read him the first line of Bounded By a Nutshell (the Monsterscript), where Spock suddenly collapses…
And somehow that led to watching one of his favorite My Little Pony episodes…
Later, Lise and I hung out, watching The Amazing Race, Shark Tank, and Dateline. She cleaned her desk and made paper chains; I puttered with email and other stuff on my Kindle, and there were times of snuggly, silly fun, too – she can still crawl onto my lap in the blue chair! =)
That was rather a lot of stuff, but I’ve got a little more on its way to you….last week, as some of you might remember, I shared an original one-off bit of Star Trek: Enterprise fan fiction, “Not Only Metaphor”. I promised to add a paragraph for each comment I received…and then I forgot to follow through – oops!
So here, a week belatedly, is a little bit more of that story…
To remind you, T’Pol and Trip are in bed, together, discussing – uh, ‘explorations of inter-species sexuality.’ Yeah, that’s it. Anyway, T’Pol finds herself awash in human language constructs and her own primal Vulcan impulses..
If you guessed that this is an PG-13 rated bit, you’re right.
Helen Espinosa, Erin Zarro, and Fallon Brown all get new paragraphs today! If you like what you read next, why not pop over to their places and say thanks ?
Standard Disclaimer Applies: I don’t own these two; I don’t want to make any money from writing their stories.
“Hey, pepperpot – you all right? If you give me an hour or so to rest and refuel, I’m more than willing to give your ‘moremoremore’ another go…” But then, he added, in a whisper he didn’t think, perhaps, that she could hear, “I just hope I’ll be able to drag myself to Engineering in six hours – hell, four, already?”
“You didn’t tell me you were on duty in four hours, Trip.” She hadn’t meant for it to sound like an accusation; did humans always perceive her statements that way?
“No, I didn’t.” Now he was frowning, as he propped himself up on one elbow. “And I’m guessing you haven’t reviewed the revised duty roster, since you’ve been off for the last 40 hours or so…” He stroked her forehead with his lips, and added, “So how is it that you know about it, when I was just wondering how I’m going to make it through that shift?”