Maths on the floor. The questions have fallen off the table since we’ve taken a break. They’re rustling about in the breeze from the saloon hatches, glowing white in the afternoon sun. Oh well. That’s where the papers should be. I hope these maths questions fly up out of the hatches and float in the wind until they hit an oil tanker or something similar – in the face.
Why do we have to do SATS practice when there are no SATS exams this year? For problem-solving practice? But if this is the case, why don’t the teachers go through and teach how to do these questions before we have to do them on our own? It’s like proper deep end ‘spend a year building up confidence before snatching it away again,’ maths trickery. I’m being cynical. Every maths teacher wants their pupils to do well. Then they give them SATs questions.
Meanwhile, Lu is still working her way through her pretend Geography field trip. Got to the point where she has to evaluate the results of her data. We are still confused how she collected data when she didn’t actually go on the field trip – but I think this may be a problem that is affecting kids everywhere right now. At least she isn’t alone. Well, strictly speaking, she is, but not collectively.
No dangling from the Matterhorn for these kids. And Sea Palling in Norfolk can stay safe under lockdown. The teacher prepared them all a trip on Google Earth.. and in fairness, that was pretty cool. The place looks better than I thought.
There are lots of deadlines due for next Friday. Keeping the light shining for the half-term tunnel. Then preparation for end-of-year exams and this school year’s over in a puff of smoke. Who said we were hippies who sailed away from the modern world? Sometimes I feel more tied to school than if we were at home. If we were at home, I certainly wouldn’t be this invested. Let the school sort it out.
In the meantime, we’ve been mulling over our plans to sail home, watching if countries along the way might open up – even just a little.
So far, the position in the Azores hasn’t changed. 48 hours allowed in one of its two open ports. Rest, take on fuel and provisions (by delivery), then off you go. We wonder – what happens if there’s weather and you aren’t allowed to stay? Do you still have to leave because this is your given window?
A fb feed just provided information from a yacht in transit in the Azores right now. There are so many boats going back to Europe that the anchorage in the outer harbour is reported as ‘tight’. Strict rules are in place to make sure you don’t go ashore. You sign an agreement which is enforceable by a large fine. After 48 hours, you have to leave. Whether officials enforce this in all instances.. right now it’s a question for the Gods. The Azorean ones.
We’ve got more maths questions for now. Picking them up from the floor.