SCHOLA: South Florida

Thursday, August 06, 2009

South Florida

I met up with an old friend and her young charges visiting from Georgia after fare-thee-welling my daughter and husband off in Fort Lauderdale. With five hungry kids and two dogs in the car, and money and time being issues, friend suggested a quick lunch at Burger King. While waiting for my order I overheard this snippet:

Counter Employee pointing out other workers to Cute Customer: I'm from Jamaica, he from Jamaica, she from Jamaica... All the others is from Haiti...

Cute Girl: Where are the Cubans?

2 comments:

Kaecey said...: I just wanted to say that I appreciate your blog - it's nice to see other secular homeschoolers on the web!; August 7, 2009 at 7:04 PM
L said...: Thanks, QB, it is nice. Glad to see you too!; August 9, 2009 at 12:05 AM

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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.