Tuesday, September 4, 2018
Not a bank.
Last week I was calling around to find a bank where I could pay our real estate taxes. It used to be that you could pay at any bank, but lately I've noticed the choices are fewer. Noah was with me when I went into the bank to pay. While we were in line, he asked, "Why don't you do this at CEFCU?" and I told him credit unions don't take real estate taxes, only banks. He said, "But isn't CEFCU's motto 'Not a bank. Better.'? Maybe they should change it to 'Not a bank. Worse.'"
Sidetracked
Our history curriculum came very highly recommended, and most homeschoolers I know use it. Therefore, I tried and tried to like it, but I just don't. It's so boring and very dryly written. When I read it to Noah, I add my own little tidbits to try to interest him. We're covering the 60s this week, and the text says, "1968 was a year of enormous upheaval." I added, "Not only for the nation, but also for Grandpa and Grandma, because that's the year Uncle Jeff was born." The text drones on about the 1960 election and how Nixon was favored to win but JFK won. I added my opinion for the reason JFK won: He was young and hot, and Nixon looked like an old dried up troll on the televised debates.
Today I was supposed to teach about Kennedy's assassination. I did actually teach it, but we ended up getting way off course. Mike was here too, which added to the discussion. Noah has his own theory about who assassinated JFK. He thinks it was Lyndon Johnson, because he wanted to be President. Mike mentioned Lee Harvey Oswald from the next room, but he referred to him as "Lee Harvey", so Noah thought he said Steve Harvey. After the lesson was over, I asked review questions to see if he learned anything. When I asked, "Who assassinated JFK?" he replied, "Roy Oswalt" who is apparently a major league baseball player. Then we wandered off into conspiracy theories about the assassination, a discussion of "What on earth IS a book depository anyway?", and while researching the stealing of JFK's brain, we learned that Napoleon's penis was auctioned for three thousand dollars in 1977. It was measured at one and a half inches long. So, that's how we started with Kennedy and ended up an hour later at Napoleon's teeny weenie. Sometimes that's the way history class goes.
Meanwhile in anatomy and physiology, I'm teaching about the skeletal system. I went to the butcher at Kroger and asked for some bones to study. Now there's a thigh bone in a jar of vinegar on my kitchen counter. Noah was still talking about penis auctions, so I asked him how much he thought his would bring. He answered, "Four dollars." I said, "We could store it in this jar with the chicken bone" and he said, "You'd have to get a bigger jar." Homeschool is a strange place.
Today I was supposed to teach about Kennedy's assassination. I did actually teach it, but we ended up getting way off course. Mike was here too, which added to the discussion. Noah has his own theory about who assassinated JFK. He thinks it was Lyndon Johnson, because he wanted to be President. Mike mentioned Lee Harvey Oswald from the next room, but he referred to him as "Lee Harvey", so Noah thought he said Steve Harvey. After the lesson was over, I asked review questions to see if he learned anything. When I asked, "Who assassinated JFK?" he replied, "Roy Oswalt" who is apparently a major league baseball player. Then we wandered off into conspiracy theories about the assassination, a discussion of "What on earth IS a book depository anyway?", and while researching the stealing of JFK's brain, we learned that Napoleon's penis was auctioned for three thousand dollars in 1977. It was measured at one and a half inches long. So, that's how we started with Kennedy and ended up an hour later at Napoleon's teeny weenie. Sometimes that's the way history class goes.
Meanwhile in anatomy and physiology, I'm teaching about the skeletal system. I went to the butcher at Kroger and asked for some bones to study. Now there's a thigh bone in a jar of vinegar on my kitchen counter. Noah was still talking about penis auctions, so I asked him how much he thought his would bring. He answered, "Four dollars." I said, "We could store it in this jar with the chicken bone" and he said, "You'd have to get a bigger jar." Homeschool is a strange place.
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