Sunday, September 26, 2010

School in 1918

Step back in time to 1918. What do I wear? What do I make for lunch? What is the school going to be like? How far do we walk to school? Twenty-four homeschool students had the opportunity to explore all tese things and more when they walked to school this past Tuesday morning in Wibaux, MT to the one-room schoolhouse. There, with the faces of President Washington and Lincoln gazing on the classroom, they began their day, pledging allegiance to the 48 star flag of the United States. Lessons in reading, writing, and arithmetic followed as they opened their 1837 McGuffey readers. Our older students presented reports throughout the day to help us understand what life was like in that era.
A special note to the parents:
It was with a grateful heart that we had the opportunity to work with students that had been so well taught at home to obey, be resourceful, show enthusiasm, and honor their teacher. What a pleasure to teach them!
Miss Watson and Miss Sutton

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Sonnet on A Violin's Solace

While studying Analyzing and Interpreting Literature at Verity, one of the assignments was to write a sonnet. A sonnet is a 14-line poem written in iambic pentameter, usually about love or a difficulty in life, and giving the solution in the last couplet. (-and lots of other technical stuff...) Because I usually write in anapestic tetrameter, I found it a little difficult; but God is faithful, and I completed the assignment. Here are the results~

The solemn sound reflects of sorrowed heart
So sad, yet calls afflicted ones to hear.
Such melancholy chords fall as a dart,
On lives so filled with piercing hurts and fears.

And though the mournful sound so minor be,
It stirs so major of a dreadful terror.
Though minor, yet major. Ah, such irony!
But wisdom dictates both must be together.

A block of Poplar shaped by countless trials,
With ardor on her ebony platform pines,
From deep inside her twisted being sighs,
A solace noise from equine stem refines-

To soothe your stricken hearts she softly sings,
'Till dawn breaks darkness and your heart takes wing.