I think the Banker is already 'getting' that he isn't going to want to save work from one day to the next.
The deal we have is that he can move work one day but then has to finish up after CoOp on Fridays (or before he if has the stamina). We also agreed that no work, other than projects with extended due dates, moves over a weekend. I can see us jumping on that slippery slope.
He still asks me if he can do the work out of the order it's written on the page. I supply him with a daily agenda with the 3 classes and chapter/test/project/answers that he's to do in regard to the classes. I think it funny he asks if he can do grammar before literature or read last... bless your heart, Banker, you're so well trained. Every once in a while I am shown, in shocking technicolor, that he was locked into a military (bordering on penal!) system that is the Texas Public School system.
You will be given the page of work to do.
You will do the work in the order given.
There will be no diversion.
You will not look up, look around or speak
No peeing without a formal request and a pat down to ensure you're not "carrying" (technology or answers)
A little question like, "can I do grammar first?" just confirms the decision to yank him out of that system and give him freedom to think, to explore and to grow. When he goes to college, there's not going to be any culture or learning shock, it'll be a smooth transition from what he does now; learn, work, explore, manage time, hours, plan, THINK!
Speaking of public school. I was asked to help volunteer at the school we don't go to over the next week. The students stand in line, fill out forms, are assigned books and locks and agendas and whatnot after they've already started school... serious time/day wasters...if they HAVE to go to school, teach them something, don't make them stand in lines for days getting a locker for pete's sake, that drove me crazy. In any event, I didn't know how to respond to the call for help. I'd love to help out because I like helping out but I felt it would be too odd to be there without a child who attended. So, I simply didn't respond to it. I feel, well I can't put it into words how I feel about it, but I do feel something about it. I still get emails and letters from the school even though I keep asking to be removed from lists. I just junk them so it's not the end of the world but again, it makes me feel something, maybe slightly annoyed.
The Banker is into his history videos, has completed his math test from yesterday then he gets to dive into his world study, he's chosen Fiji as the first country he'd like to know more about.
Husband is going on his weekly outing to spend time having a beer, seeing a band and hanging out with his friends. My envy knows no bounds. I need to have some time to myself, *I* want to go out for a drink, *I* want to watch a band and spend an evening NOT being in charge. I'm 'on' 24/7 and that's the only part of this venture than exhausts me. I never get time to myself to just be myself. I think I'll try to find a way to have my own regular night out every week where I go to the bar, eat dinner out, see a band and have a laugh. I've been asking husband for 2 years to invite me, I guess I took the hint I'm not welcome so I'll simply have to go find it for myself.
Today, however, Banker and I are going to get the work done, have a giggle, cook some delicious fresh fish I picked up for us yesterday for our mother/son dinner (although they are all mother/son dinners just tonight I don't have to watch it go cold waiting) so I'm looking forward to our day and evening.
I think day four of 8th grade will equally as fabulous as the first 3.
And it was... there's something perpetually joyous about listening to a child sing when he's working... there's no part of that I don't love.