Digital Learning Time: Episode #1

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Recently I was listening to a homeschool podcast where a mom was sharing about how she uses digital learning to teach her kids some of the “extra” things like composers, artists, poetry, etc.

It got me to thinking about how fun it would be to do a series of posts that included some online learning fun on a variety of topics. Kids of all ages could sit down with you and watch/listen to the topics together, covering a little each day. (This resource could be a fun idea for your morning time learning!)

Each post could be used over a week’s time which would allow you to use the content however you wish. For example, go over the Bible verse every day and memorize it together. Sing the hymn every day and learn it together over the week. Read the poem together, and then watch one of the other math, history, or science videos one day. Let the kids re-watch ones they are interested in.

I have no idea how many of these “episodes” I will get done and can’t guarantee a new one each week. I will try to get some out on a somewhat regular basis so that you have some different ones to choose from. The topics are in no particular order either. My plan is to just find fun things and put them together in posts for you to enjoy.

I’d love to know what you think of these! Leave me a comment and let me know. The more feedback I get from you, the more motivated I will be to do more! Enjoy!

[UPDATE: I have moved all this fun learning into the Digital Learning Time Treasury — and it’s FREE!]

Bible Verse

Hymn

Poetry

To March, by Emily Dickinson, 1830-1886

Dear March, come in!
How glad I am!
I looked for you before.
Put down your hat
You must have walked
How out of breath you are!
Dear March, how are you?
And the rest?
Did you leave Nature well?
Oh, March, come right upstairs with me,
I have so much to tell!

I got your letter, and the birds’;
The maples never knew
That you were coming, I declare,
How red their faces grew!
But, March, forgive me
And all those hills
You left for me to hue;
There was no purple suitable,
You took it all with you.

Who knocks? That April!
Lock the door!
I will not be pursued!
He stayed away a year, to call
When I am occupied.
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come,
That blame is just as dear as praise
And praise as mere as blame.