Love of Learning
Love of Learning (about 8-12 years of age) is steeped in classics, projects, curiosity, and ideas. A wide range of personal interests lead to growth in competence, diligence, character, and accountability.
The Love of Learning kids will grow through hands-on, project-based classes with personalized goal setting and mentorship from moms in our group. They will get to explore a variety of interests and subjects and gain confidence in their own ability to learn by trying out a variety of learning styles and skills in both large and small group settings. Love of Learning classes will be utilizing the approach described in detail in For the Love of Learning book by Amy Edwards.
In the 2023-2024 school year the Love of Learning students will be reading and discussing:
Inspiring Entrepreneurs by Conner Boyack
(Discussed in week #6 in the 2nd hour- Aug 30-Oct 1st)
A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens (Discussed in week #13 in the 2nd hour. Oct 18- Dec 6th)
Swiss Family Robinson by J.D. Wyss (Discussed in Spring semester, week #6 in the 1st hour. Jan 17-Feb 21)
Black Beauty by Anna Sewell (Discussed in Spring Semester, week #6 in the 1st hour. Feb 28- April 10th)
Helen Keller by Margaret Davison (Discussed in 2nd half of Spring Semester, week #10 in the 1st hour. April 17- May 8th)
“I NEVER can do it,” the little kite said,
As he looked at the others high over his head; “I know I should fall if I tried to fly.”
“Try,” said the big kite; “only try!
Or I fear you never will learn at all.”
But the little kite said, “I’m afraid I’ll fall.”
The big kite nodded: “Ah well, goodby;
I’m off;” and he rose toward the tranquil sky. Then the little kite’s paper stirred at the sight, And trembling he shook himself free for flight. First whirling and frightened, then braver grown, Up, up he rose through the air alone,
Till the big kite looking down could see
The little one rising steadily.
Then how the little kite thrilled with pride, As he sailed with the big kite side by side! While far below he could see the ground, And the boys like small spots moving round. They rested high in the quiet air,
And only the birds and the clouds were there.
“Oh, how happy I am!” the little kite cried, “And all because I was brave, and tried.””