Last week, life was very busy. And even though there was no time for such things as 'school', we had a week jam-packed with learning. By the time Friday rolled around, I had an equally jam-packed unschool records book. Yes, notes were spilling out of my Evernote notebook, and our heads were buzzing with all the things we'd learnt.
I'm Sue Elvis, and I'm so glad you are here because I want to tell you about something very special: the LOVE and JOY of living an unschooling way of life!
You might already unschool or maybe you're just investigating. Either way, come on in! Read a few posts, meet my family, read my Octavia interview, ponder some ideas, find out what my blog is all about...
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Do you ever compare yourself to someone else who's doing similar work to you? Do you feel discouraged if they seem to be more successful than you? Perhaps you feel like giving up. Why bother? Well, don't give up. You have a unique voice. So do I. So does everyone. No one can do things in the exact same way as us. We all have an important job to do. And we have to get out there, do it, and make a difference.
The evening before a music video shoot day, I say to my girls, "Have we got everything ready? Are the camera cards empty? Have we charged the batteries?" We find all our equipment and pile it by the front door. The next morning, we gather it together as we head out into the dark, shortly before sunrise.
Tomorrow, Charlotte has a piano exam. Of course, today she has a cold. It always seems to happen that way.
Winter is a terrible season for taking piano exams. Colds. Cold fingers. Cold mothers waiting outside the examination room in a cold wind.
Colds: We've been dosing Charlotte up with tea and medications, and making sure she gets plenty of rest.
Cold fingers: A hotwater bottle tucked into a coat will help.
Cold mothers: I shan't be a cold mother this year. Charlotte's piano teacher is taking her to the exam. All I have to do is pick her up after it's all over.
"Shall we have lunch together after the exam?" I ask, and Charlotte says, "Yes, please!"
It's always a lovely feeling when exams are over. Usually, we head to the shopping centre for a small celebration. I buy hot chocolate or coffee to turn cold into warm. We eat a sweet treat. Then I buy flowers and a box of chocolates for each examination girl: "You worked hard. You did your best. You should be proud of that." It's a tradition.
I've never taken a music exam. I can't sing or play an instrument. And even if I did, I don't think I'd like the idea of being examined. I wouldn't choose to put myself in this position.
"You don't have to do an exam," I say to my girls.
"We want to," they reply.
So every winter, they face the cold, colds, and cold fingers to be examined after a year of intense work.
Tomorrow, it's Charlotte's turn. In 24 hours' time she'll be in the examination room. Will she have warm piano fingers? Will they be dancing over the keys?
Do your children choose to take music exams?
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