I had hoped that after yesterday’s craziness we would have a peaceful day today. I think I under-estimated the implications of having to be at a theatre 50 miles away, bang in the middle of evening rush hour.
At 10:15 we leave to meet friends for a beautiful walk on Wimbledon Common.
We arrive home. I manage to resist trying to shoehorn any maths into the gap in our schedule.
C(10) goes to a monthly book group led by an experienced homeschooling mum. Before each meeting, Kate sends out an inspiring list of related project ideas.
Last month’s book was Stay Where You Are And Then Leave, a fictional account of a young boy growing up during World War I. For her project, C(10) created an imaginary newspaper page celebrating the end of the war.
For this month’s book, Private Peaceful, C(10) wrote a poem from the point of view of a member of a firing squad, having to execute his fellow soldier.
Back at the start of the twentieth century, little was understood about Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Many soldiers suffering from PTSD were shot for “cowardice”.
A young man walks towards me
he takes his final step
his eyes clouded with fear
his shoulders heavy with dread.
His eyes look down to the damp ground
he knows his life is done
and all I can think about is
what we have become
We’re monsters in human form
about to take a life
to end his troubles
his thoughts and worries
to shoot away his strife.
My kindly thoughts don’t save me
as the weapon kicks
I turn my head away
and moisten my dry lips.
The man collapses to the ground
I look at him with sorrow
I wonder though deep inside
Would I do the same tomorrow?
The poem made me cry.
Kate also organises field trips. Tonight’s theatre production is a powerful one-man performance. The actor has one prop – a bed, which cleverly turns into the barbed wire of no man’s land.
The play ends differently from the book, which gives rise to interesting discussions on the way home and an e-mail discussion among members of the book group. (J(9) is still rather cross about the ending.)
We arrive home.
Tomorrow, we are really going to have a quiet day!
And see a Week in my Life 2013, when I was homeschooling an 8-year-old and a 9-year-old.