Viltinga Rasytoja
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Homeschool Curriculum
If you are looking into homeschooling a major stress is probably going to be what curriculum to use. I myself went on a frantic hunt for curriculum when I pulled my kids out of public school mid year. I know just how frustrating it can be to figure out what will be best to use. Here is a list of what we have or are currently using with a little information about what I liked and/or disliked about it. My hope is this will give you some ideas and help you on your path to finding what will work for your family. Keep in mind every family is different and what works for one may not work for another. These are just the curriculums we know and have used. There are many curriculums out there to choose from, so do some research and pick what seems the best fit for your family.
By Viltinga Rasytoja2 years ago in Education
Sod Off
It was the summer of 94, I’d been freed from school and lazy days to fill were ahead. I lay on my bed wishing the sun away so I could sleep in longer. I could hear mom's radio in her room as she got ready for the day. The country song had ended and the daily announcements for happenings and events in our little community were beginning. My mind had just started to wander off, thinking of what I’d like to do on this sunny summer day, when it caught hold of an announcement. “Want to earn some cash? The new bank needs help unloading and laying out sod, and they will pay you for helping. Just show up at the bank by 9 am today to help and earn some money!”
By Viltinga Rasytoja2 years ago in Fiction
Building Castles
High school in a small town may have been boring for some, but I enjoyed it. My favorite class was English, because we had the most amazing teacher ever, Mrs. Pedersen. She loved what she taught and she loved us. I’m not sure why or when it began to be a thing, but myself and a few friends started eating lunch in her classroom. We would run to the small grocery store a few blocks from the school, during our lunch break, grab a loaf of bread and a few packages of lunch meat. We’d swing by the deli department and take some of the free mustard and Mayo packets before checking out. Then, we would head back to the school and downstairs to Mrs Pedersen’s room to sit and visit, while we munched on thrown together sandwiches.
By Viltinga Rasytoja3 years ago in Confessions
Home is where we park it
When I was a child, home was a tiny town of only 300 people. I moved once just a few blocks from a little two bedroom cottage to the large five bedroom house my father built with his own hands over the course of many years. The house sat at the end of the block surrounded by fields of alfalfa. I’d run in the newly planted grass, jump over the small new pine trees, and bike down dusty dirt roads to see friends.
By Viltinga Rasytoja3 years ago in Wander
The Wonders of the World
My clients are among the most difficult to please. No matter what I do or say, no matter how many exhausting hours I work doing their bidding, thanks and praise are in short supply. This is especially true when they first come to me, they are the most needy then. It takes a great deal of time and effort working with them to figure out their wants and desires and how best to help them. They have no value for my personal life and privacy and tend to complain about their situation at all hours of the day and night. It’s a difficult learning curve, but eventually I come to understand their personality and what helps them the most and in turn they come to understand my boundaries. Work becomes a little easier, though each client will at times try to test those boundaries again or will come to me with unrealistic requests that can never be met. Of course they always moan when I inform them their request can not happen or is too dangerous or difficult to achieve. Oh the complaints that come in and the cries to fire me and find someone else who is far better than I.
By Viltinga Rasytoja3 years ago in Earth
Rain drops
I descended from the heavens, my journey was clear and decided. I knew my plan and path; it was to bring great joy and strength to those below. I came down gracefully, my entrance was expected and much anticipated. The heavens burst with light and thunderous song as I escaped the last clouds having built myself up, strong and pure.
By Viltinga Rasytoja3 years ago in Fiction
Struck
Bart walked along the cement path that weaved its way through town going past many businesses then hitting parks, lovely wooded areas, and also ran along the river bank for a ways. He kept his head down eyes focused on the cement path instead of the beauty around him. It had been a rough week and he hoped a walk in nature would help ease the pain and worries, but thus far the jaunt in the woods had only proven to increase his stress. All he had thought about during the walk was the horrible things that had happened and he had no solutions yet.
By Viltinga Rasytoja3 years ago in Fiction