Back when I was a wee chickie, I wanted to be a teacher. I've always had an affinity for office supplies, and I thought teaching would be a good way to be on the inside of that. *snickering*
Okay, not really. I had wonderful teachers in my first and third grade years. My first-grade teacher enabled me to skip second grade because of my reading level. My third-grade teacher stepped up and included me in the class and made me feel welcome. They'll always hold a special place for me.
So during the summers, I teach my chickens. We go over things I think they'll need for the next year. I make sure they keep their skills up. My kids are stair-steps, so I pretty much know the curriculum and basics I'm looking at. We don't do schoolwork everyday. BORING
But we do go at it twice a week for a couple of hours. And today is the day we're starting their work. Baby chicken has already been in here four times wondering when we're starting. She is KILLING me. *laughing* Others are not so enthused.
When I'm done with them, I'll continue working on my FBS.
3 months ago