To my dear readers and followers… thank you so much for not giving up on me during my long silence. I have had a lot of computer and internet problems as well as life issues to deal with. Hopefully most of that is in the past now and I am looking forward to getting back to blogging, although it may be closer to once a month than once a week.
Meanwhile I am dealing with another life crisis, namely, our first ever ERO review.
A word of explanation for my overseas readers: In New Zealand, as I think I’ve mentioned before, normal educators have to apply to the Ministry of Education (MOE) for an exemption from enrolment in a registered school for each child before that child turns 6. After that, the child’s education can be reviewed at any time in a visit from the Education Review Office (ERO).
I’ve documented the angst we went through last year trying to get an exemption for our fourth child, but I never mentioned how the whole thing actually ended: they decided to give us an exemption and then request the ERO to review the child in a year’s time. That was a year ago.
I was basically pleased, because we have never had a review before and I really feel that I need first-hand experience before I finish writing my book. I’m pleased in another way, too, because it means I’ll have an opportunity to say to the ERO the same things I said to the MOE, things I believe they need to hear. But I can’t forget for a moment that saying those things before almost put me on the wrong side of the law. If it doesn’t go down any better this time, the situation could become very serious.
All this high drama is mostly attention-seeking, however, or simply natural human panic. The ERO are traditionally much more sympathetic to home education, more experienced and more pleasant to deal with than the MOE and I have reason to believe that the two I’ll be meeting with are reasonable, nice people. I just have a typically twenty-first-century desire to tell the whole electrically wired world about it.
Well, perhaps I’ve become a modern at last. My children will be so pleased with me. But in the most timeless, old-fashioned way, I still want to say… please think of us on Monday. Please pray for us on Monday. I’d be very grateful.