I’m almost afraid to jinx it, but I’m proud to say that I’ve nearly gotten Emme successfully through her first year of high school. With little to no trauma. At least on my part.
I was able to outsource Science to our beloved weekly Co-op. I don’t do Junior or Senior High Science. Or really even elementary Science.
I am seriously blessed as a homeschool mom to be part of a Co-op that meets once weekly. My girls have been able to take those classes that I’ve felt I’m inadequate to teach well (Science, Literature, Foreign Language, Art, and History). (For the record, I did teach them all to read, so KUDOS TO ME. ) The tutors are outstanding and this group meets all of our academic, social, and dissecting needs.
Emme has been taking Apologia Biology from a very gifted and wonderful tutor. She has a heart for teaching and for her students. And speaking of heart, her classes are well known for the dissection component of Science labs. I really have no idea where she gets this stuff, but she comes in weekly with coolers loaded with all manner of fun dissecting options.
I only know that I’m going to do my best to remain on her good side.
A few weeks ago I had the pleasure of carting some of Emme’s teenaged girlfriends home from Co-op. I’m often privy to some lively conversations. This day did not disappoint. It seems that the Anatomy class had been dissecting pig’s hearts (plural) in the church kitchen. I will attest to this as I accidentally wandered through the kitchen earlier in the day and witnessed the aftermath of the gruesome crime scene. The stainless steel kitchen island was still covered in blood. I made a hasty retreat, and hoped that the pastor wasn’t in the mood to come in to make a sandwich.
Emme and her girlfriends had to enter the kitchen area to wash off their paint brushes after their art class. “I looked down and there was a bucket of BLOOD on the floor,” I overheard between squeals as they relived their afternoon discovery. I should note that all gag reflexes were fully operational.
If only their discussions of BOYS were littered with the same disdain.
And then it happened. Emme’s Biology tutor announced an upcoming frog dissection. The dissections had at this point been relocated to the great outdoors. I happened to be loitering on campus and was able to stroll by every so often. Emme was as green as her frog. Kind of a putty green.
That’s my daughter in the red bandana. Please take note of her expression as her tutor describes the frog’s entrails. The photograph is slightly blurred because the photographer may or may not have been stifling a giggle.
It’s those little parenting moments that make it all worth while.
I’m considering putting her into Anatomy class next year. I’m really hoping that her tutor can produce a cadaver. Just the thought of that will be enough to get me through the entire homeschooling year.