We had DD1’s last award program this week and she took two awards! It was exciting because this was a true award program. Most categories only had one award for the class of 315 (or so) students. She got the English award, cool because she wants to teach high school English, and she got the International Baccalaureate award. Much less competition in this category, but she’s the only one who has worked for the degree by her own choosing.
DD2 took her exam to qualify as a veterinary assistant today and scored 91%! She’s rightfully pleased with her accomplishment.
There isn’t much left to the school year now. DD1’s open house looms close (two weeks from now), and I’m trying not to think too hard about it so I don’t freak out about the amount of work.
I got my lesson plan pages ready to be filled for next year along with daily assignment pages (for DD2’s use) and grade book pages. It’s a lot of work to prepare for the coming year and time slips away quickly. It’s the last year that I’ll be teaching home school. After six and a half years (to date), it’s nice to think about the time I’ll regain for other work/projects/sewing/etc.
I’ve taken some time to weed my poor garden. Earlier in the year I found a stool that sits a bit taller than most of those I’ve seen and it works well to keep me off my arthritic knees, but it’s still tiring and I can’t weed as long as I used to. I’ve just got to keep plugging away at it. If I ever finish, all of the garden spaces could use new mulch. In the past, large needs such as this would bring a truck load to the driveway and have a day of spreading, but I don’t know if I can handle that any more. It may have to be done bag by bag.
A row of arborvitae bushes are planted along the (basketball) side of the yard, and wood cages covered with chicken wire stand guard to keep basketballs and people out. It was just in time, too. Yesterday I saw that the kids now have a rack of basketballs that they’re pulling out to use (like the ones in gym class). I hope the bushes get a good start before they outgrow the cages, because the basketballs are merciless.