Three months ago, I had the job of homeschooling a certain sibling of mine.
I was an A class teacher.
Unbelievably knowledgeable and wise.
‘No, my Maths book is next,’ pipes my student.
‘Oh…’ say I. ‘Right-o.’
‘Okay, it says here that we have to practice these words three times,’ says I, chuffed at my own intelligence.
‘No,’ pipes he. ‘We do one practice today and one tomorrow and one the next day.’
‘Why don’t we do them all now?’ I say.
‘Because that’s not how Mum and I do it.’
‘Well, I would have done them all today,’ grumbles his superbly intelligent teacher.
I definitely learnt something during my two weeks as a school teacher.
This homeschooling gig isn’t as easy as it looks.
xx The Girl in Trousers