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Public School Sports Update

This is an update to an earlier post about sports in public schools.

Youth 2 went to the school for a physical the other day. This was mainly a non-eventful occasion except for one thing. There was no animosity towards homeschoolers. At our school district, it is very common for homeschool youth go play sports for this school and even do well at their chosen sport.

There was a bit of bright news for me, too. An evaluator is not required for the weekly report. This rule was changed a few years back. How nice!

When I compare this school district to the neighboring school district, I see ours as a modern and progressive yet small school where the other is trying its best to “stamp” out that evil homeschooling. How sad is it for a school district to have such irrational fears. Are they irrational? Could this oppressive school district be trying to cover up poor quality by removing homeschoolers? Thankfully, we do not belong to this school district for we would have a lawsuit going on.

Back to my school district. It is nice to have a partnership with this school district that will teach our youth tolerance, understanding and friendship.

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Playing High School Sports

We are beginning something new this year. An attempt to play a sport for a school district even though we homeschool. Logic would state if we pay school taxes and live in the school district with children of appropriate ages, our children should have the ability to play sports without difficulty. Therein lies the problem.

As a homeschooling family, we are required to fill out some documents and provide a weekly progress report that is signed by an evaluator. Getting past the docs really is not the biggest problem. The evaluator is the issue. Unless the evaluator is feeling kind, we will likely have to pay for each review. A public school sport has now become cost prohibitive.

What does my state law say about this? Don’t know. We are proceeding in order to see what happens. Is this a case of exclusionary tactics?

A small victory for humanity

Abortion restrictions pass in Texas. This is a victory but a small one for humanity. I consider Wendy Davis and supporters of her cause to be fundamentally wrong about their views in this case. It is a view based on selfishness and not one for humanity. This has nothing to do with the great lie of women’s health.

I grew up in a family that was strongly pro-life. I went along with this as a kid for I didn’t know much about this battle and nor did I care. What did it matter to me at that time. I had no vested interest in this. We wore the pro-life rose, but there was no meaning in it for me. These were my young year and early teen years. There was no need to be interested in this argument. Sure, I’d seen some of abortion and fetus the images, but they were alien to me. There was no meaning.

As I entered my late teen years, I began dating. Initially, this argument had no meaning. Everything was the same except my friends were now voicing opinions. Most were in favor of abortion. At the time, I didn’t pay attention to who was for and who was not. Later I would look at this and notice the people in favor of abortion were sexually active. Those not in favor would change their minds when they became sexually active or had a good friend that was sexually active. Those against abortion were not dating and or were religious.

In my college year, I began to side with pro-abortion. I was looking at it from a selfish perspective. If my significant other and I became sexually active with each other, there was a chance of pregnancy. This would ruin our lives. We were college students and not ready to work in the world. In fact we would not survive as a couple if there was a pregnancy. We were too immature and unready for responsibility no matte how much we professed it. We looked at the stigma within our respective families. How could I face my family or my significant other? Inside I knew it was wrong, but I was only thinking of myself. Yes, a little bit of pleasure was worth the expulsion of a nuisance.

My college friends were of the same opinion. The women’s right was rampant since it was the woman’s body we were discussing. Who cares about the separate entity inside. Even though I held this new opinion, I wasn’t entirely sold on it. I was told the fetus was not human even though the DNA said otherwise. Apparently, if it does not look human then it is not human. I guess you can say Joseph Merrick was human or any other deformed human with that logic. There was a lot of information going around about how a fetus wasn’t human and was part of a woman. None of this logic sat well with me, but I went along with it. Afterall, what business is it of mine to be involved in other people’s lives. I guess if I see a crime, I should look the other way.

When I met the Educator and we married, my thoughts about abortion really didn’t change. What did change was my concerns about it. No longer did I worry about having an unexpected baby. If we had a child before we were ready, we could take care of the situation. We both worked and were mature enough to deal with a child. The Educator and I were prepared for a child in every way even though we were not planning on having a child. The abortion argument faded away, and I no longer cared. A baby was NOT going to ruin my life, now.

Fast forward to the second pregnancy where the abortion argument appeared once more. A simple test was done that came back positive. My second child stood a good chance of being mentally retarded. The Educator looked into my eyes and asked if I wanted to have an abortion. My response was very quick. It was a resounding, NO. The Educator was testing me. Had I said yes, there would have been a fight between us. For me, I could not sign the death warrant of an innocent, unprotected HUMAN. My viewpoint on abortion was slightly changed. I did not agree with abortion in my family but still had a no interference viewpoint towards others. This viewpoint was eroding.

I had the opportunity to visit Body Works. It may be called Body Worlds. Once again, I saw fetuses. This and the partial birth abortion technique had me thinking about a lot of things. I started to research everything I could about the fetus and embryos as well as abortion. In a very short time, I understood what I failed to see as a youth.

Abortion is about narcissism and selfishness. There is nothing more to what is behind abortion. Anyone supporting abortion is hiding selfishness or they are ignorant of the truth about abortion, thus believing in the women’s health lie. I was there! I know that I was selfish for a time and ignorant about abortion. It has never been about women’s health, rights or anything else about women. That is the big lie. It is about selfishness for a few minutes of lustful pleasure. Why else would you support abortion? There is only one way to naturally have children, and this requires sexual intercourse. Yes, pregnancy is a bi-product of this act.

Look around with open eyes. As I look back on those supporting abortion, they had something to “lose” if there was no abortion. I have married friends that support abortion. Why? One couple does not want children. They run a risk of an unwanted pregnancy. I know of couples that swing, and they support abortion. Yes, there are couples with families that support abortion. When they were single like me, they too had the same feelings and thoughts. They have not had to truly think about it since. It is easier to just go along. These people admit they don’t care. You don’t care if you have no interest in the subject. Do you care what is happening in some small village in Southeast Asia? Unless you have family or money tied up there, the answer is no.

The fact is the fetus and even the embryo is a human being. This person has human DNA and civil rights that the ACLU has no problems not defending. Like any newborn infant, a fetus requires nurturing. For a test, take a newborn infant and leave it to fend for itself in the wild. Just because the fetus isn’t six foot, speaking and a few other minor details does not mean the fetus is not human. Wasn’t Joseph Merrick human or Chris Burke,too? What about people born without appendages or cojoined twins? These people do not look human, but they are. They have human DNA.

We humans like to be rid of anything that will inconvenience us. It is easier to kill a human that has no civil rights or a defender. This is nothing more than murder at its worst. Should Andrea Yates or other such parents be convicted of murder if we allow abortion. These people only committed post-birth abortion. We have pre-birth abortion and partial birth abortion. Why not post-birth abortion? What is the difference?

I look at my children and thank God I never murdered them. Can supporters of abortion truly look in the mirror and believe their hands are free of the blood of innocents?

Calculus Book Is In

Yesterday, Youth 1’s calculus book arrived. Apparently, I was the only person excited to look over the book. Youth 1 was forced to look at the book. It really did not seem as if Youth 1 was excited. Must be the fact Youth 1 had worked yesterday.

Reviewing the book, my comfort level for Youth 1 ran high. Unless Youth 1 goes brain dead, there should be little problem taking a calculus course at the university. The pre-calculus course from last year was invaluable. Youth 1 doesn’t understand my demanding nature in this course, but it may become apparent in the fall. Teaching Textbooks has prepared my child. My overseeing the coursework as a professor has helped, too. Youth 1 is prepared.

It is my firm belief that a homeschool parent should NOT leave the learning to the child or teenager. A teenager does not think or see the consequences as a parent does. They will take shortcuts.

This is the continuation of parental divesting of Youth 1. Youth 1 is on a limb a few feet from the nest spreading out the wings. Next year, the learning to fly begins. For now, we are fine with the stretching of wings.

Categories: Books, Education, Homeschool

Camping

Last weekend, the two youths and I set up the main tent. The other two tents are scheduled for today. The main tent is a cheap, huge behemoth that was purchased with the Educator in mind. We have not used this tent in a few years, and now the tent will get the job for a camping campaign.

The Educator’s idea of camping is a hotel not that the Educator won’t do it. The Educator likes the amenities the hotels offer. For this reason, I need to make this trip successful. The first step is to check out the tents. The camping stoves are okay since we have lost power a few times this past year. The next item will be the gear required for the camping.

We have reserved a camp spot and have researched the area. I have stop any joking about wild animals such as bears. If I want this event cancelled, I only need to mention bears attacking people. There will be areas to visit and places to bicycle. Our route to Maine is planned.

This is a homeschool vacation class. We are going to Maine to not only camp but sight see. We will visit some historic places and parks. Another park of this trip will be some hiking. This will only be day hikes. Yep, we will bike as well. If this gets old or boring we can just pack up and visit another state.

Hopefully, this will prepare the Educator for my ultimate trip – hiking the AT. I do not intend to hike the entire trail but only a portion of it. This will require a drastic change in equipment from tent to cooking stove. This event is a few years away.

For now, I’ll concentrate on this trip.

Teach Cooking Skills

There has always been an interest in food with me. I would say since birth. Requiring it to live does do that to you. My mother and father preparing meals is another reason why there is an interest. Mom was the main person for meals, and Dad prepared meals in times of need or in situations such as a vacation. For me, I trace my interest to theses two and the need to feed when living alone.

Cooking hasn’t always been the best for me. Don’t ask the Educator about my pumpkin pie moment or the failed gnocchis. The most recent event were my scones where the recipe had wrongly listed 1 1/2 cups of vanilla. The nose burned throughout the house and the throat burned when you ate them. I might as well as tell you that I follow orders and directions to a tee. Oh, the torment I had to endure last night when I mentioned scone making for this morning. Youth 1 or 2 feigned choking. They’re both grounded for a month. Actually, the have turned out nicely this morning. We shall see if the two miscreants are offered any.

I got my big dig at cooking while at college. I made simple items at home, but for the most part a hamburger was the most complicated. Living in an apartment with two other clueless cooks inspired us to get better or die of some type of poisoning such as horrible tasting food poisoning. I perfected chicken fried rice only to mess it up once cooking the dish for my parents. Think soy sauce and my vanilla incident. When the Educator and I married, the desire to prepare meals continued. During this time, I was learning about how to cook food.

Today, great dishes can be made by me. This does not make me a chef or a great cook. I’m just someone that likes to make a dish when the mood hits me. Right now, I am waiting to make cannolis; “Leave the gun, take the cannoli.” My wooden dial rods are waiting for their final prep, and I’m waiting for a period where I can not only afford to make them but have time to do so, too.

This story brings me to my two Youths and their cooking ability. We’ve gone from trying to cook a green pepper on the burner to cookies. Somehow our healthy path was lost. The Educator and I encourage our children to prepare dishes. Right now it is simple for Youth 2 and Youth 1 can get out of the nasty no bake cookies, but they are advancing. By the way, Youth 1 can prepare real cookies and meals if wanted. There is something called laziness filling the effort. My two youths are familiar with the kitchen.

As for the youth outside of my family, it is very different. I have met boys that can not boil water or make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich at the ages of 12, 13 and 14. This is no exaggeration. You could’ve parked the space shutter in my mouth when my jaw dropped. I think I asked the one boy if he could get water out of the spigot. I don’t remember the answer, but I wouldn’t be surprised. I know girls have the same problem, too. Their parents work and therefore do not cook unless it is processed. Heating chemical crap doesn’t constitute as cooking.

We have hit an age where parents are too busy, schools are dropping home economics classes and food companies are making meals easy for families to use no matter how unhealthy it is. I see young men and women enter the world and not cook. The feast of fast food. Do we wonder why there is obesity in America. I understand the difficulty in preparing a proper meal when the schedule is busy. It happens to us but not every night. This is a problem. We are a nation losing its identity. Seldom do I see young women making pierogis or other ethnic foods. Who now knows how to make Eastern European dishes that is young? How many can make the Italian meals their mothers made? As we lose this, we also gain weight. Could it be that the latest phone or gadget is nothing more than a short term item with a life expectancy of two years while knowing how to cook is a lifetime skill?

We should be teaching our children the necessary skills to cooking. Pass along family recipes and discover new recipes. Teach our children how to survive with a useful skill. When my two youths leave the nest, I hope they will be able to make many dishes. Sadly, I know Youth 1 will make no bake cookies for me when I visit. I think I’ll disown this one.

Tonight it is oven fried chicken, corn on the cob and blueberry pie! If the two youths tease me again, they may not get pie. The Educator gets a pass. I’m always told I deserve the teasing I get.

Quick update: 9:30 a.m. and Youth 2 sniffs the scone with a grin. Me thinks it is double duty of work today for the kid:)