Calling all Homeschooling Bloggers!!

How cool is this? The Deputy Headmistress was, just this morning, thinking that it would be a really great thing if somebody would put together an alliance of homeschooling blogs, or a homeschooling blogroll. The DHM is utterly incapable of figuring out how to do such a thing, but she thought it was a wonderful project for Somebody Else.

So you may imagine my, er, I mean, her delight when she arrived home this afternoon to check her email and find this announcement from Danny Carlton:

“I’ve started a Homeschool Blogroll and added your blog to it. …Tell other homeschool bloggers about it so we can build it up to a sizable list. They can email me at to have me add their blog to the list.”

YOu can also click on the link to his site for instructions on how to add the template to your own homeschooling blog.

Look around his site, too, he seems like a very generous fellow- I’ve just been enjoying the Red Primer for Children and Adults, an online text of a history of communism through cartoons. Ordinarily I would be turned off by the cartoon part, but this is really special. What a great find!

Thanks, Danny!

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It’s An Educational Carnival!

No, this is not one of those school sponsored carnivals where the school puts already hardworking parents, students, and teachers at work in the hot sun, shilling for the schools so they can use government-provided education dollars for nice plants for the administrator’s office, trips for the superintendant, and better office furniture for the principle instead of educational materials like books, paper, plants, pets, musical instruments, and chalkboards for the children.

It’s a collection of posts on education, sponsored regularly by the Education Wonk.

Homeschoolers and others should note that they may have posts included in the next Carnival-

An Invitation: All writers and readers of education-related posts are invited to contribute to the eleventh edition of The Carnival of Education. Please send your submissions to: owlshome [at] earthlink [dot] net. We should receive your contributions no later than 10:00 PM (Pacific) Tuesday, April 26, 2005. The Carnival midway will open here at the ‘Wonks next Wednesday morning. Get our easy-to-follow entry guidelines here.

Below you will find one or two entries that caught the interest of the DHM (a flighty, butterfly like interest, but still):

Katie, over at A Constrained Vision, has noted that the business community funnels their donations into school systems that produce mediocre results despite generous public and private financial support. Katie posits that perhaps corporate donations would make a greater difference if the funds were used to support charter schools, vouchers, and homeschoolers.

A return to civility and a focus on academic rigor is the subject of a thoughtful post by Stephen K. over at Cold Spring Shops. (Be sure to take a look at a link that Cold Spring has in his post to a site called Academic Game. A blog that has shut down, Academic Game’s last post has, among other things, a Code of Conduct that many in academia would do well to examine.)

Should parenting choices be up to parents? Or should the State have the final say? Scholar’s Notebook is concerned about a number of proposed laws that the State of Minnesota is considering that would, in effect, require that parents fulfill several additional state-mandated obligations.

Andrea R. homeschools four children, and, along with her husband, writes over at Atypical Life. Here she answers the dreaded “S” Question.

A site written by a Chicago radio talk-show host named Bruno B., Extreme Wisdom points out that we are spending plenty of money on public education, but the problem is that those funds are not being allocated effectively. Bruno offers some suggestions for improving the system.

The Common Room is all about education in the final analysis, but here is one of our own specifically education related posts:
Fake and Content Free– with links to some historically significant documents on our educational system.

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Airport Security

Not too long ago The DHM accompanied one of the Common Room Scholars through the security screeing at an airport. The Young Scholar was flying by herself for the first time, and the DHM wanted to keep her young (okay, not so very young) chick under her own wing as long as possible before releasing her fly across country on the wings of some airline. The Airline would only let one unticketed family member pass through the ticket line with a ticketed passenger, and the HM, sensitive to a mother’s feelings, permitted that person to be the DHM. We had the entire Common Room household of nine with us, and we had not realized until the last moment that only one of us could accompany our traveller to the gate, so it was a bit of a breathless scramble at the security gate entrance.
The security lines were long, very confusing, busy, and quite crowded. The DHM does not do crowds very well, and she was feeling rather tense and nervous. She was anxiously watching those in the front of the line remove their shoes, empty their pockets, and submit to having their belongings rifled and their persons patted when she remembered something that caused the nervousness to simply evaporate, replaced instead by extreme horror and consternation. She remembered that she had a leatherman in her purse. Yes, the DHM carries a Leatherman and believes it is an essential tool for every housewife.
The HM and children were nowhere in sight, so she couldn’t hand it over to them.
The DHM briefly contemplated running out of the line to chase them down, but then wondered about attracting undesirable attention to herself by abruptly leaving the line and racing down the airport hallways.
She began to sweat. She urgently whispered her dilemma to the young person whom she was accompanying so as to keeper the Y.P. from feeling too nervous during this ordeal. The Young Person’s eyes opened extremely wide, and she joined the DHM in quite horror, panic, and consternation.
Meanwhile, the line was still moving steadily forward and people ahead were still having their belongings rifled and x-rayed and their persons patted.

The DHM took a deep breath and began to pray urgently under her breath, instructing the Young Person to do the same. The DHM no longer felt panic, but rather, mild curiosity about how all this would play out.

Clearly, the DHM is not posting this from a federal prison, so the ending to this story is rather a let down. We simply passed through security without comment. The DHM put her bag upon the conveyor belt through the x-ray machine, and nobody blinked an eye, grimly handcuffed her, or sounded alarms. We picked up our belongings and continued on, unmolested.

And then we looked at each other blankly, and the Young Person said, “Well. I don’t know if we should feel relieved at God’s answer to prayer, or worried that Security is so lax.”

So you see why this report is of interest to us:

A congressional investigation found airport screeners employed by private companies do a better job detecting dangerous objects than government screeners, according to a House member who has seen the classified report.

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My “inner European” is Confused

Your Inner European is French!

Smart and sophisticated.

You have the best of everything – at least, *you* think so.

I have no idea why I should be French. My favorite vacation is visiting historical sites and museums, and I do love chatting all night over coffee, and it’s entirely true that it is acceptable to me if the chat includes some vigourous debate that enlivens the blood and energizes the brain cells. If that and preferring a cheap car to one that costs more than a down payment on a house make me French, well, Que Sera.

Bonnet Tip: Contemplating the Laundry– The DeputyHeadmistres likes to seek out new blogs, meaning blogs the DHM has not seen before. The DHM regrets to say that due to time constraints she is often forced to judge a blog by its cover, and undoubtedly many wonderful blogs never come to the DHM’s attention because she found the blog name forgettable (and in some cases execrable and in other places actually excreable). “Contemplating the Laundry” however, is a name that immediately charmed and amused the DHM. She is further charmed by the fact that the blog proprietress things that Anna Karenina is the greatest novel ever, and she was positively enchanted by this post.
Contemplating the Laundry is a Catholic, pro-life blog with plenty of good information and resources about pro-life issues such as stem-cell research and this post which warmed the DHM’s heart and prompted her to blow kisses at The Cherub from the computer. (The Cherub waved back and asked for a cookie) Do Contemplate the Laundry with the DHM.=)

Execrable: Extremely inferior; of very poor quality or condition
Excreable: Capable of being discharged by spitting

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The Real World, 2002

The DHM frequently runs into tiresome people who tell her that her family just does not live in the Real World. The DHM pinches herself and notes that she is real, and that she is alive, and that her family’s world is just as real as those less pleasant. The REal World is the one we create in our daily interactions and choices. Here is a glimpse of the Common Room Family’s ‘Real World’ from a journal entry three years ago:

“A few wildflowers are starting to bloom on our property, so we went out and took pictures of them. We’re going to put together a notebook of what blooms out here (we have lots of wildflowers). The notebook will include photographs, identification, written descriptions, etc. (Note: in our real world, we moved before this project was finished)

We picked a few and put them on our scanner, multiplied the image by 200
percent and looked at ’em close up. Apparently an ant had hitchhiked in,
because there he was, standing up on the tip of a leaf and waving. That pic
then became our screensaver.

The girls have decided they are going to use the scanner and some flowers to
make their own stationary. (In the real world I don’t think they ever did)

For some reason the First Years had picked some leaves and put them in a
jar out on the deck. A huge bumblebee flew into the jar, so we put a lid
on, brought it in and four of the kidlets painted pictures of it. The two
eldest didn’t want to paint so they just wrote a description, and one of the
girls looked it up on (it’s probably a Sonoran bumblebee,
possibly the Queen).

We filled up two upside down trashcan lids with water and set them up on bricks for a low birdbath. We have watched quail, robins, sparrows, finches and a wren come for drinks and bathing, as well as a nine striped ground squirrel.

I tried to convince The First Year Boy that just like the birds take baths to keep clean, he should do some splashing in the sink to clean his very filthy face. He
was not persuaded, so physical persuasion had to be applied.

We looked at a fly under a jeweler’s loupe, watched the dog try to dig out a
groundsquirrel; hung laundry on the line….

The 11 y.o. read about the charge of the Light Brigade in her history book
and then looked it up in her poetry book. The 13 y.o. finished reading a
biography of Louis Pasteur.

Also in our real world on that day, I wrote “paint jars spilled, tempers frayed, the wind blew over a baby tomato plant (leaving me now with two survivors out of ten), the dog pooped on the floor, the beds are unmade, it’s taken somebody two hours
to do her algebra (half of that time being spent staring into space), the
floors need vacuuming, the toilets need scrubbing (I couldn’t find the brush
when I wanted it, and now I know were it is but I don’t want it anymore) and
I have no clue what we’ll have for supper.;-)

So, three years later the DHM still does not know what we had for supper that night, and she supposes it must not have mattered very much. She does not remember whose temper frayed or why (though she suspects it was her own). She is in blissful ignorance about how dirty the floors were or when she got around to scrubbing the toilet. She does remember the little ant waving at us from the scanned picture. She does remember how much fun it was to look at the flower photographs magnified so much. She recalls fondly the trashcan lid birdbaths, as well as how interested the 11 y.o. was in The Charge of the Light Brigade. She is not sure which child did not do her algebra in a timely manner.

What are you doing today that will be worth remembering three years from now?

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