Homeschool Project Humor

Projects and Inventions, oh no! Run!stimulates an autoresponse of cold sweats, increased
OK. I admit it. I am a "Projectaphobia." Whew! There! Ipulse and dizziness.
said it. I'm sure I'll be revisiting the nightmares form theAs I ponder my situation I remember a friend of mine
next week. I'm hyperventilating thinking about it.once told me a very funny story about her teenage
My story is not pretty. It was a dark and stormysons who decided to see if they could light dust
night...not really. The truth is, my boys are adamant atbunnies on fire. They would gather them much to her
becoming scientists and inventors. They have been likehouse cleaning dismay, spray them with hair spray, and
this as far back as I can remember. We have morethen roll over them with roller skates to ignite them.
than our share of projects and inventions as a family.The experiments stopped when they caught the
Every project, including the series of adhesivehouse on fire.
experiments that wound up with the dog duct taped toAh, I anticipate the teenage years with great fervor. I
the floor, has a story.daily discuss with my sons the value in aspiring to be
In my role in the family, I always seem to discover themusicians or writers or theorectical physicists.
boys' investigative intentions far too late. We haveWhen it comes to my husband helping out, my stories
evolved into a pattern where in every project, I am theare just as frightening.
last to know the plan. This does not mean the originalHe is not a "project" kind of guy. He is the evil emperor
project plan but the one my husband and boysthat seeds ideas of discontent and revolution in the
somehow secretly devised on their own. Typicallyminds of young men. He enjoins both boys to be
these plans deviate substantially from what Iindependent thinkers then buys the supplies and
remember as our agreed upon plan and projectdisappears when the science projects begin.
approach.There was the 1500 piece Lego starship he thought
Ah, I still remember where I was and what I was doingwould be a good three dimensional mental problem
the second I heard, "Mom! We need help getting thesolving exercise for our oldest son. While it did turn out
dog off the floor!"to be true, it was my knees that had the arthritis flare
It was a crisp, clear autumn morning. The plan was aups for three months while sitting at the card table
simple experiment in making glue which I carefullyafternoon after afternoon.
downloaded and printed from the Web. We talked itIt was he that secretly planned the project on static
out and planned our project approach for theelectricity. When I discovered the true title was
afternoon. While I cleaned up after lunch it"Swinging Cereal" I quickly added up two plus two and
surreptitiously evolved between the boys into makingrealized the Rice Crispies on the ceiling fan were in no
stickier tape. As I loaded the drier it crossed over intoway a breakfast accident.
to seeing how many one inch strips of scotch tape inAs my Geraniums in the yard began too look a bit
quarter inch segments could stop an ant. I still have theragged, I realized too late it was he that evilly planned
bar charts and graph results from these efforts; theythe botany project. I found the wadded up, printed
do track their results very well.instructions with the terrifying heading of "Plant
By the time I scrubbed the bathroom the dog wasFragmentation" in the garbage. Thirty eight jars of
duct taped to the tile floor and her long hair foreverroots later yielded inconsistent results apparently but I
tangled in the mess. I have to admit the boys did astepped in and halted the work in hopes of saving a
splendid and thorough job as poor Sally wasfew plants in the yard.
hopelessly stuck to the floor blinking the saddest eyes II use to turn to my friends and support network but
ever saw. We ended up having to shave her to freethey are of little help. Most of them are in the same
her from the sticky prison. She hid for weeks until herposition. We commiserate with stories on the phone
fur grew back.and emails. Compadres.
Perhaps it was our last space station project thatIt took my friend Sara weeks to finally get the burned
jaded me. My eight year old decided to forego asmell out of her house. It took Phyllis months to get the
carefully crafted plan for his own "better idea." It waslast of the rogue white rats back in their cage. Candi is
hours after I got home and began to make dinner onlystill looking for the odd item buried in the freezer that
to discover he had epoxied all the teaspoons into a cutresembles lizard arms or tails.
glass serving bowl of mine, favorite of course, for aFor all of you with budding scientists I warn you of the
replica Death Star. I love creativity and George Lucas. Ifuture. Save yourself! Perhaps you to can have a
believe it is still sitting up in his room on his desk.budding writer or musician.
My doctor told me the word "project" is what