“I’m gonna finish this if it kills me,” I muttered through clenched teeth. “I still have five days.”
I’ve been reading Life of Pi with the kids as our final novel study this year. It’s wordy and dense in a wonderfully descriptive way, and the kids seem to like it (especially K)—but it still takes a long time to wade through.
“Do we have to finish it?” One kid asked.
And that’s when I muttered something about finishing it if it kills me. Because right now Pi is stuck on a raft that’s attached to a lifeboat, and his only companion is a fully grown male Bengal tiger. As the order box at Krusty Burger once squawked at Homer Simpson, “I need closure on that anecdote!”
This afternoon we had twenty-two minutes before N’s piano lesson; I ushered them all out to the back porch with freezies, and read to them without stopping. For twenty-two minutes. We covered ten pages.
That’s only… uh… a hundred and fifty more pages to read. Divide by ten, carry the one… we should be able to do it in another three hours. Huh. That’s not as bad as I thought it would be. Math to the rescue again!
I have plans to gameschool my way through a review of our social studies topics form this year: I bought a trivia game about Canada, but we’ve only done four provinces so far. I’ll be spending some time tomorrow sifting through the existing cards for questions my kids could have a shot at answering correctly. Then I’ll spend another few hours writing my own questions with material straight out of our books. We’ll probably have to play a few times before we cycle through all the questions, but hopefully this will keep them from just forgetting everything we’ve learned this year.