As some of you know my daughter is home schooled purely for geographical reasons.
For the last two years school has drifted somewhere between our home office, the kitchen table and the satellite computer that connects my daughter to her teacher. While this has been adequate it has not always been a perfect learning environment.
Some of you will also know that last year I bought a little old caravan with a vague plan to restore it at some point in time. Right at the end of the school holidays my mum suggested moving our classroom into the caravan and the next day we did.
The school year has commenced with lessons in the cosy, burnt orange surrounds of my little Millard van. So far, so good and if we feel like a change of scenery we can simply hook up and move to a different spot. We can see our chook pen through the slightly temperamental louvre windows and a cool morning breeze floats through the flyscreen door. Occasionally a curious sheep dog wanders by to say hello while we are reading in the shade. We take regular short breaks and the kids run down to our creek and back.
It may sound rather idyllic and sometimes it is. Other times it is just like any other classroom complete with frustrations and inattention. Reading is our favourite subject and a book always restores order and frayed nerves.
We may not have classes in the caravan forever but at the moment it feels like an adventure and this is helping us through our home schooling journey.
Are you on a journey or an adventure?
Do you sometimes do whatever it takes to get through the school year?
I hope the school year is treating you well if you are on that path.