SCHOLA: Where have I been?

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

Where have I been?

Right here, wondering how my posts and I come across in cyberspace after reading these at Poppins Classical Academy and Mental Multivitamin. Morose? Sarcastic? Skeptical?

Good. Honesty is the best policy.

Speaking of pathological liars, well, maybe you weren't, but I am, my ex-sister-in-law sent my brother four emails this past Sunday seeking more child support money. This in spite of a financial arrangement drafted by her own attorney in consideration for my brother's permission to temporarily alter the custody arrangement, thus allowing the children to live in London for two years.

Monday I made a hasty call to my brother to be sure he hadn't been caught scaling the wall at Buckingham Palace.

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SCHOLA 101

schol' a: 1) An intermission of work, leisure for learning, learned conversation, debate, disputation, lecture, dissertation. 2) A meeting place for teachers and pupils, place for instruction, place of learning, school. 3) The disciples of a teacher, body of followers, school, sect. 4) An acronym for my tortuous blog title "Secular Classical Homeschoolers' Odyssean Learning Adventure." 5) How my Boston cousins pronounce "scholar." 6) Someone who studies at 10 o'clock for a dilla or a dolla.

These are the blatherings of an introverted, autodidactic, champion of The Enlightenment raising three daughters. At one time or another we have homeschooled, public-schooled, Catholic-schooled, cyber-schooled, unschooled, and even threatened boarding school. We have been inspired variously by The Well-Trained Mind, A Thomas Jefferson Education, and Climbing Parnassus, tempered by the writings and wisdom of Charlotte Mason, John Holt, Benjamin Franklin and Michel de Montaigne.

I try not to get wrapped up in labels, but we are secular and we are classical-ish.

We travel. A lot. Sometimes to the other side of the state and sometimes to the other side of the planet. Join us on our journey as we search for our home, navigate the waters of self-education, lounge with the lotus-eaters, and bash a Cyclops or two.