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“Education is not the filling of a bucket, but the lighting of a fire.” -William Butler Yeats

We’ve completed our eighth month on the road and “roadschooling” or worldschooling is not as I envisioned it before we left.  It’s morphed into something that is fluid and alive.  Our kids go to a Waldorf School and yet I taught traditional public middle and high school. So I’ve been trying to do a blend of the two, looking for a middle path that makes us both comfortable.  If there is one piece of advice that I got from three friends who have done their version of a year worldschooling before, it’s: don’t stress about school; they will learn a ton no matter what you do.  But I’ve got teacher blood in my veins and we like to plan, set measurable goals and make sure all the learning modalities are reached.

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Daily assignments written on index cards. Usually come up with some great breaks and done by lunch.

Math

The idea that I am the “math teacher” makes me itchy.  I needed the crutch of a math workbook so we picked up some of those from Barnes and Noble.  They’re light, sequential and there’s an answer sheet for mom.  Most days we do math of some sort.  Lucy and Kai quiz each other with their flash cards.  And then I can riff off of their workbooks with fractions, measurements, word problems and the like.  Lorna is doing simple algebra and geometry, and with a little prep work on my part, I can make it work.  It may not be out-of-the-box creative, but we’re rocking the Pythagoream Theorem.  The hardest part has been to find a protractor and rulers that use inches.  (And that’s learning in itself – we are the only country that sells inch rulers.)

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Lucy and Kai quizzing each other with math flashcards – Costa Rica.

Reading

The kids are reading a ton.  Lorna has read over sixty books since July; Lucy over forty and Kai over twenty.  They are keeping track of their books and doing some simple projects and book reports.  Lorna wrote a review of her favorite book for Amazon.  We have the luxury of time and space to read with our kids.  I’m convinced that reading aloud with an adult is the best way for a child to improve their reading skills.  There’s the actual reading itself and learning how the punctuation works, then there’s the predictions, the personal connections and shared delight in the written word.  Lorna read The Giver, by Lois Lowry with her grandmother over email.  When kids read with an adult, there’s no need for those formal comprehension worksheets, but instead comprehension becomes organic.  One of my top favorite parts of parenting is reading with my kids.

 

Nonfiction reading is also easily incorporated by reading the displays at museums, animal sanctuaries and national parks.  In New Zealand, we had access to a great English library and we made reports, with drafts, all ready to give to their teachers in Boulder.  We have also read history textbooks, as described below.

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Kai presenting his shelter project to a gathering of visiting friends. He decided to build a traditional Sherpa home complete with clay yaks and potato field. And then fielded questions.

Writing

Ok, maybe writing is the most fun.  Most days when we’re on the go, we journal.  I use their writing from their journal to tailor their “writing lessons.”  I give them a card with obvious errors and they need to correct it.  Easily individualized.  We are keeping writing portfolios to show the writing process (prewriting and drafts), and all the different types of writing that we have done: postcards, thank you notes, Amazon book reviews, personal letters, formal letters, etc.  We also did a great poetry unit together which I will write up soon with a link.  We did group poems and memorized poems.  My seventh grader is writing five paragraph essays and my fourth grader did her first report on the lion.

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Learning to make baskets and placemats with Ockpoptok in Luang Prabang, Laos

Social Studies / History

This really is the easiest subject for my kids to learn.  We learn through museums, monuments, place names, and shared meals.  All we need to do is recognize the teachable moments and be ready to expand on them.  It’s more improv than scripted.  But there are a few caveats to that.

 

  • Through every country we have taken notes on pivotal historical events and plotted them into our 20 foot-long traveling timeline. Unlike a history class which moves chronologically, we arrive at history geographically.  My intention was that the timeline would hold it all together and make order and sense across world movements.
  • Two history textbooks that are compact-ish and cover ancient humans the imperialism. I like the TCI books and you can buy them used on Amazon.

 

Science and Conservation

Science is still focused on farming, animals and the environment.  Traveling through national parks, the visitor centers teach so much. And instead of just learning about our global environmental problems, we are meeting people who working on a solution.  We have visited penguin, elephant and howler monkey sanctuaries to learn about animals and about that dangerous intersection between human development and wildlife habitat.  We will visit an organic farm in Costa Rica for three nights and have already dug potatoes in the Himalayas and tapped rubber trees in Thailand.

 

And then there’s foreign language, both tonal ones and flat ones, and the outdoor education and physical education and the art and geography.  Oh my.

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Some lovely young Canadian environmentalists whom we took out for lunch to ask them what surfrider was doing to clean up the oceans. The kids had their questions ready.

As a “retired” classroom teacher, I can say that direct instruction time in a public school setting is less than three hours per day.  There’s the classroom management, the collecting of permission slips, the off-topic comments, the recess and the weeks of testing.  In schools kids learn so much more than state standards, like how to be social, how to work as a group, how to be a friend – than the actual lessons: I’m not dissing schools.  But if you can take a year to teach your kids, they will have oodles of time to do more than the traditional sit-in-a-desk-and-answer-the-questions kind of learning.  There will actually be more time to swim with the big questions before answering someone else’s.

 

I could go on and on, but that is a glimpse into “how is the teaching going?”

In our one-month China itinerary, we tried to pack in lots of sites and were often on the go and unable to carry books.  Formal roadschooling took a back seat and instead we tried to incorporate more organic day-to-day learning.  Here are some ideas to try if you are traveling with your kids in China (adaptable any country) and looking for informal ways to leapfrog their learning.

Lots to discuss with the mass of cameras at Tiananmen Square. Is this a Brave New World or 1984?

Journal:  We tried to journal every afternoon.  There is so much to take in, that the moment of silence to digest all that was seen and experienced, worked wonders.  You can give your kids a leading question or simply let them write whatever they want.  Most days we did a combination of the two.

Word of the Day: Give your child one Chinese phrase or word of the day to practice, use with locals and teach the other members of the group.  Try expressions that they will actually use like: “where’s the bathroom?” “how much does this cost?” “I don’t speak Chinese” “this is delicious” “No, really. I’m full, thanks.”

word of the day cards, saved in my journal.

Bizzbuzz Hydration Game:  To practice the numbers in a new language, you can play the old college drinking game with a twist: when you get it wrong, you drink water.  It’s tough to get kids to drink enough water.  Warning: make sure you play this game near an accessible bathroom. To play: Go around the circle saying the numbers in order.  The first person says “one” in Chinese, the second says “two”, etc. Every multiple of 7 is replaced by a “bizz” and every multiple of 11 is replaced by a “buzz”.  Seventy-seven is “bizz-buzz”.  Kids can practice both multiplication tables and their Chinese numbers.  Win-win.

City Scavenger Hunts: In pairs or small groups, go off to find the wackiest stuff.  We went in search of strangest ice cream flavors or beauty supplies.  It could also be “most surprising thing you can buy for $10 at the market”.  We did this once with Dragons and one leader came back with a shaved head, another a copper pot, etc.  There are endless adaptations.

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Your mission: find the wackiest popsicle. The results: pea, corn, red bean and durian

Talk to People: It’s nothing that’s necessarily planned or scripted, but if you have someone who can effectively translate, there’s interesting learning opportunities everywhere.  Model curiosity and the courage to connect.

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This woman gave us a tour of her vegetable garden and gardening techniques.

Go to the Market: Kids will have a lot to process from the Chinese market: the local fruit (try something new), watch fresh-pulled noodles, what the “meat section” incorporates, the butchering process, and use your language to buy some snacks.  We loved the variety of bulk nuts and dried peas.  Our grocery stores are a very sanitized version.

The colors and life to the old school markets are potent classrooms

Look Out the Window Games:  We made some scavenger hunts to get the kids to really look out the window on train and van rides.  You can write their scavenger hunt items directly into their notebooks and let them answer directly in their notebooks.  (Find 50 Chinese flags, a water buffalo, drying chili, etc.  Or, list the crops being grown outside.  Draw old China and new China scenes you can see out the window.)

 

Books for China:

These books run the gamut from picture books to political philosophy. There are oodles of books for children and adults out there, but here are some that I can personally and emphatically recommend.

The Story About Ping My father’s favorite childhood book; I grew up with it too.  The illustrations will stay with you for a lifetime.

Chang And the Bamboo Flute This tale takes place in the Li River Valley.  It was a good story for a second to fourth grade reading level.  The poverty described in this older book is hard to reconcile with the China of today.

Where the Mountain Meets the Moon, by Grace Lin

My third grader and I read this contemporary book together as a “read aloud”.  Lin explains in the afterword that this book is a personal mixture of Chinese folktales and could be set anywhere in China.  The illustrations are especially fun to spot these elements in what we see each day.

The Good Earth, by Pearl S. Buck

It’s a classic for a reason.  Appropriate for middle school through adult.

The Kitchen God’s Wife, Amy Tan  As a High School World History teacher, we used this book in Cupertino, CA.  It sketches the World War II in China and the segue into the Civil War and Cultural Revolution.

Brave New World, Aldous Huxley and 1984, George Orwell

There is so much to talk about with a high school-age kid about modern China and these books will deepen the discussion.  Is order and safety more important than a few civil liberties?  Are capitalism and media the new soma?  How do you feel with all these security cameras on you? The philosophical questions are limitless.

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And a boy can learn an unconventional way to chop chili peppers.

It’s not all instagrammable days.  Some days it’s a yearning for space: a second of solitary time or a place to completely unpack my things.  It’s a wish for a predictable routine. And sometimes, it’s literally a slog to get from one place to another.  The twenty-four hours from Guangzhou to Christchurch was one of those times.  We left Guangzhou after a makeshift Halloween in our airport hotel.  This hotel is just ten minutes from international check-in but still a drive along a dirt road through fantastic, hand-watered vegetable plots.  As we leave China, we will transit through two more countries to reach our terminus, traveling through continents, customs, climate and histories through and beyond language and human priority.

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The morning view from our airport hotel – so far from those villages of chain hotels near our major airports.

 

In transit, we must look like a modern Partridge Family traveling with a guitar, cello, viola and violin.  Each leg of the flight begins with an unknown answer as to a nation’s weight limit of a carry-on or how they will work with a cello.  First, we had a forty-five-minute flight to Hong Kong, but it’s still considered an international flight… kind of. (I will never understand how Hong Kong is part of China, but also not part of China.  There are some very arbitrary lines there.)  We had an eight-hour layover in Hong Kong so we left our carry-ons and stringed instruments at left luggage, hopped on the train into downtown, walked and gawked, found the BEST vegetarian restaurant called Mana! and then retraced our steps back to the boarding gate for an eight-hour red-eye to Brisbane, Australia.  There we had a two-hour layover and then a four-hour flight to Christchurch.

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Double decker street cars in Hong Kong from one of the many raised walkways that crisscross the city.

Our first night in Christchurch, after finding a gorgeous kids’ public park and a fantastic Mexican restaurant with a real margarita, we all slept for fifteen hours.  Those three days in Christchurch are a blur, like something I dreamed about but didn’t actually live through.  More than the exhaustion, was the culture shock.  For three months, we have lived between Nepal and China.  For three months, no one has stopped for me at a crosswalk or followed the driving norms we have in the States.  That first jetlagged morning in this new country, that claims more sheep that people, I realized, after more than a minute, that a car was stopped and waiting patiently for me to cross the street.  For the better part of three months, the air has been thick with smog and trash on the street standard.  That first day in Christchurch, I stood stock still on a walk through the city’s central park to stare at the clarity of the stream.  You could see the contours of the rocks at the bottom of the stream. I could not have predicted how that would shock me, that I would grow accustomed to traffic, smog, trash and pollution.

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Kaikoura, NZ and clean air and beaches!

 

Back to the slog: travel between countries for us includes five large suitcases, five carry-on suitcases, five daypacks, one guitar, one cello, a viola and a violin.  When we arrive in a place, we sort, repack light and store the remaining stuff until it’s needed somewhere else.  One suitcase is filled entirely with sleeping bags. Another would be filled with roadschooling books, but then the weight has to be redistributed to keep all the bags within the weight limit for flights, causing it to all jumble.  So, the sorting and storing days are intense.  And I’m reminded how much lovelier “the days of few things” are to us both in travel and life.

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Math work at the departure gate in Hong Kong. Traveling light.

 

While still exhausted, we repacked ourselves, ventured to the campervan office, moved our few things into our moveable new home, moved the other things to a storage room, downloaded the appropriate new NZ camping apps, plotted our route, learned how to operate this new home, drive on the left, shift with the left, loaded up with groceries and away we drove.  We didn’t get far that first day, but instead drove less than an hour, exited the highway and aimed towards the beach. We parked and slept at the end of a lane, fully self-sufficient, to the sound of the waves.  The locals walked by and wished us a nice “Guy Fawke’s Day” while we enjoyed the sunset and some fireworks.

 

And that’s the slog from Halloween to Guy Fawke’s Day and from space-limited Guangzhou to crystal clear beach-sleeping in New Zealand.

On a cold and rainy October day, we visited the Panda Sanctuary in Chengdu. Fat Pandas snoozing in trees make me happy. The big, cuddly guys find a fork in the tree, wedge themselves in, flop over and doze off. It takes a lot of energy to digest nine hours of bamboo eating.

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If you don’t know what to look for, you could miss these guys!

There’s a reason panda’s popularity is so unwavering. They are objectively adorable and there’s nothing scary. They maneuver bamboo with big paws, roll around and snooze in trees. What’s not to love?

Eating Pandas

The Panda Sanctuary has birthing facilities for both the red and giant pandas as well as veterinarian centers and research buildings.  For the many bamboo-lined miles of walking, there are tea houses and bus lines to help make a day of the visit.  For our October visit, there were very few Western visitors but crowds of Chinese tourists.  We were told that the pandas are more active in the colder weather and that it keeps most tourists away so we were glad for the cool day.

Red Panda, Chengdu

Red Pandas too! There are still some of these guys in the wilds of China, Nepal and India.

Chengdu, though the Panda Sanctuary, is home to the movement to reintroduce them into the wild. “Panda” is the city’s logo and you can feel the pride of ownership to this movement. The current guess is that there are ten or less pandas living in the wild, so you cannot simply release pandas born in captivity into the wild to reintegrate with the others. They need to find enough food, water and open space to find a mate and raise their young. How can they learn these things if not from other pandas? Do they have predators? (Besides humans?)Panda Sanctuary, Chengdu

We saw a film about the protected wilderness just outside the city limits where researchers are trying to reintroduce them. There are actually humans dressed in panda suits (think high school mascot suit) who are acting out what pandas should do and where to go. It’s, at first, funny to watch, then it starts to feel pathetic – a kind of groveling to the wildness we once knew. Maybe it’s more like complete dedication? I just hope it works because it’s sad to think that these gentle creatures won’t survive without such extreme intervention. And what happens to the mascot people in mating season?

Baby Pandas in the nursery

The Paradise Family happily stood in the drizzle to watch them snooze peacefully. We all giggled in wonder. Even Will. And that’s saying something. The kids walked away asking, “What can we do?” “How can we help?” (The best kind of road schooling!) And I guess the answer is the same as it is for most environmental issues: reduce, reuse, recycle and don’t eat meat. Meat consumption, and the need for grazing lands, is the leading cause of wildlife habitat destruction. Through our time at the Panda Sanctuary and their educational kiosks, our kids really saw the connection of it all.  Kids will grow into adults who will protect what they love.  And we definitely love the pandas.

Panda Sanctuary, Chengdu

On October 1, after spending two months in Nepal, we flew from Kathmandu to Guangzhou.The last time we were here was seven and a half years ago to meet Lucy and bring her home. There are so many emotions and memories that floated around us when we arrived in Guangzhou, China’s third largest city.  Shamian Island, a quiet enclave within this massive city, is where the American Consulate was located, so all the adopting families needed to stay here while their paperwork processed. All the streets near the old consulate had stores filled with clothing and shoes for little girls, laundry by the kg, a Starbucks and necklaces that said, “mother” and “daughter” in Chinese characters.

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Early morning peace on Shamian Island

On this trip we wanted to again stay at The White Swan Hotel because we stayed there for two solid weeks for the adoption process. Back in 2010, I remember asking the adoption service travel person if she could send us three hotel options to choose from and her response was something like, “You adopt? You stay White Swan. Everyone stay White Swan.” And indeed, the hotel was totally set up for families adopting from China. When we checked in, the clerk gave us an “Adoption Barbie” by Mattel. Barbie was blonde and she had an Asian baby in her arms. There was a play room, pool, American doctor on staff and a breakfast buffet with both croissants and congee, or other familiar foods from an orphanage.

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The inside of the White Swan

The consulate has since moved to Beijing and the amount of adoptions has drastically dwindled so The White Swan, like the rest of China, has completely transformed itself in the last seven years. (Actually, China has probably transformed itself twice since we were here last.) We arrived on National Day and the hotel was packed with Chinese tourists – we only saw one other Western customer the whole three-day stay.  There was not a trace of the adoption system left at the White Swan, only a few of the old neighborhood shops still remained but they looked like business was slow.

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Shamian Island shops still offer shoes and clothing for newly adopted girls.

I’m behind on blogging but we are so glad that we decided to include China in this itinerary. Already Lucy has said that she is proud to be Chinese. Done. Everything has been worth it.

First impressions of China:

  • We are not in Kathmandu any more.
  • The sheer number of people and size of the city is incomprehensible.  The ride from the airport was 45 minutes and we were in a city for the whole time.
  • People here smoke.  My taxi driver was smoking, while texting, while driving to the hotel.
  • The modern dress and affluence of the people.
  • China feels like it has leap-frogged in infrastructure. (We read in Evan Osnos’ book, The Age of Ambition that during the 2008-10 downturn, China invested 50% of its GDP into infrasctructure!)  Everywhere you look, there is a tunnel, massive bridge, irrigation canal or hydro project.  There are cranes and massive building sites in every view and piles of rubble where something outdated has come down.
  • Everyone has a smartphone and they’re using it constantly.  Even more than the US.  Not all phones are iPhones or Samsung’s. There are millions of other brands I’ve never seen before.
  • The selfie stick was a bad invention. They are EVERYWHERE.
  • China feels way more high-tech than the US. People pay at convenience stores with their phones, they board planes through kiosks, the airport luggage carts have screens so people can play video games or watch TV.  This is not your parents’ China.
  • Outside the tourist areas, virtually no one speaks English.
  • People speak to Lucy in Chinese and are confused when she cannot speak back to them.
  • Random people want to take photos with us.
  • Advertisements use Western models or Western-looking Chinese people.
  • Public transportation is clean, easy to use and cheap.
  • Why isn’t Chinese food served in the US restaurants nearly as good as the food people actually eat in China?

    Guangzhou Airport

    Look closely to see how many people are playing video games on their luggage carts…