Why yes, I do have a surplus of Ss, why do yous asks?
Anyway.
The Contour is on fire. And not in a good way. Nothing as spectacular as what happened to
sidhefire's truck, but Something is Melting, if not going down in flames. It's intermittent - was so bad I had to drive with windows down; then fine for a week; bad enough to make Justin and I gag on the long ride up our driveway last night; and gone today.
Of course, it also needs that $4000 fix-check-engine-light repair looked into. Yes, I should have taken it back when it first happened. Sadly, it's tough to spend a whole workday commuting back and forth every week - in addition to the required forty hours of typity-typing - and still manage to get a car to the garage. I'm debating bringing it to the dealer here - who will shuttle me over to the office - but it does need to go back to those guys on the off chance I don't have to fork over another few thousand I can't afford.
And an oil change.
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Rachel is one of the smartest kids in her class - the teachers say this often enough. Yet, she couldn't place minor hamlets in tiny insignificant little countries. Geography is apparently not taught anymore. That's the beauty of Nickleby - they're not leaving one child behind, they're ensuring they all stick together, in the far recesses of the severely uneducated. I suppose it's not that important - I mean, really, London, Madrid, Rome, Moscow, Berlin, and other small villages don't figure much on a global scale, so why should Americans bother learning about them?
At least she knew Venice, Cairo, Hong Kong, and Tokyo. And, as of yesterday, she knows where Babylon was.
In other news, she will have no further math homework. They're stopping learning things so they can make sure the students are ready for the PSSA test. Wouldn't want any of them to fall behind, or, god forbid, test on their own merits of what they learned. Teach how to take tests, and you create a group of people who do multiple choice beautifully but Don't. Know. Anything.
All this - and her frustration with out-of-control students talking when they shouldn't and otherwise distracting her from schoolwork - seems to be leading to us pulling Rachel from fifth grade (at the middle school) and homeschooling her.
She is concerned she wouldn't be able to continue with the band, but she'd rather learn something. There's also a chance she'll be able to continue with the band even if she's not attending. That may not be so bad. This morning, while we waited for the bus (which has fifth grade girls seated with high school boys - what could ever go wrong?) at 6:30am this morning, she mentioned she didn't like quarter notes - the director wanted her to hold them out longer. Of course, a bigger problem, which she went on about, was that they had to play the William Tell Overture with eighth notes, instead of sixteenth notes as it was written. She takes it as a personal insult that they're not allowed to play faster, that they have to play a simplified arrangement of the tune. =)
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One of the interesting bits with the return to homeschooling
1 will be coordinating activities with getting Justin to college on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Rachel will be able to do work during his class by bringing things along for the ride, but it might get sticky if that time overlaps with when she's supposed to be in band.
He starts his first class
2 this coming Tuesday. He'll be attending at the college. And, when he graduates high school in 2010, he'll have an associates in science.
In other news, Justin was able to learn an entire segment of Mussorgsky's
Pictures at an Exhibition -
Il vecchio castello is packed closely enough that he can play the work as written without running out of octaves on his keyboard. With the other pieces, he can play the bass part or the treble part, but not both without transcribing.
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1: Rachel was homeschooled for three years, K-2. Justin was homeschooled during those years, for grades 5-7. After that, Justin began attending a cyberschool and Rachel wanted to try public schools. And, not entirely coincidentally, that very same September, Mr. B arrived on the scene.
2: Only one class this semester, two over the summer, and, I believe, three in the autumn, when his regular eleventh grade classes will kick in.