An ordinary day · Tuesday March 13, 2007 by Lily
The morning was spent working on GCSE Maths past papers with dh. Rupert probably finds Maths the most difficult of all subjects and we are trying to get this one out of the way before he starts college next year. We are however, quite prepared for a resit if necessary.
The Maths class took, as ever, a great deal of arranging. Prohibitive costs, lack of numbers, age, etc, etc all went against us when out of the blue, an Adult Education Centre I had tried the previous month phoned and offered us 2 places. It was decided that dh would do the course with ds. Being over 60 his fees were half what mine would have been. They went along and found themselves in an elite class of 4, hmm curious this funding issue. All was fine until the tutor pulled out suddenly before the Feb. half term break; 2 missed classes followed and then another tutor was found so they are back on track.
In the afternoon, after music practice, I had a look at last night’s French work and we did the homework together. This work is really easy to help with. The tutor gives out a stapled booklet at the start of each lesson, with a list of what they will do, everything is explained simply, there are worksheets to do during the lesson, and there on the front page is the homework written down with a space to do it in and references to pages in the text book. It is such a pleasure and I am so envious of the course I am going to do one myself next session.
Rupert hurried off into the study after we’d finished. It is a friend’s birthday and they talked using the webcam and she showed him her presents. The birthday party had already been held, he joined a small group on Sunday for ice skating and a meal. This was only the second time he’d been ice skating (the first being on artificial ice at Chamboree-our local 4 yearly International Scout Camp,) and I was a little worried, but he managed fine and only fell over twice.
After dinner, the men departed for the evening. Rupert has a 6pm violin lesson and then the Maths class follows on; home, music lesson and Maths class are all in different towns. I don’t drive so I often get the longer straw.
