So admittedly, this post is mostly for Sophie's grandparents. But it's also for me. She is gone on her class's annual camping trip. Unlike last year's class trip (all classes at her school go camping), this is less of a family trip. The kids planned the menus, will prepare and clean up the food, will set up tents, and—as the teacher has specified—engage in decision making and problem solving. The teacher requested only a small number of parents accompany them. Fine, I thought. Three days that I don't take off work to go camping are three days I can take off later to go skiing. Sophie agreed this made a lot of sense. Besides, it made her feel all big and puffed up to be going without a parent.
A picture and report have been sent to me by a parent on the trip, so I know she's having a good time. But I am sad. Our house is quiet, and not in a good way. In the meantime, I promised her I would do a post about her first report, which she turned in on Tuesday.
It was on whales.
Here is her illustration (she used pastels).
The text (miraculously free of hillbilly spelling!) . . .
the bibliography . . .