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The Bitter Homeschooler’s Wish List

From Secular Homeschooling Magazine, Issue #1

http://www.secular-homeschooling.com

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Please stop asking us if it’s legal. If it is — and it is — it’s
insulting to imply that we’re criminals. And if we were criminals,
would we admit it?

2 Learn what the words “socialize” and “socialization” mean, and use
the one you really mean instead of mixing them up the way you do now.
Socializing means hanging out with other people for fun. Socialization
means having acquired the skills necessary to do so successfully and
pleasantly. If you’re talking to me and my kids, that means that we do
in fact go outside now and then to visit the other human beings on the
planet, and you can safely assume that we’ve got a decent grasp of both
concepts.

3 Quit interrupting my kid at her dance lesson, scout meeting, choir
practice, baseball game, art class, field trip, park day, music class,
4H club, or soccer lesson to ask her if as a homeschooler she ever gets
to socialize.

4 Don’t assume that every homeschooler you meet is homeschooling for
the same reasons and in the same way as that one homeschooler you know.

5 If that homeschooler you know is actually someone you saw on TV,
either on the news or on a “reality” show, the above goes double.

6 Please stop telling us horror stories about the homeschoolers you
know, know of, or think you might know who ruined their lives by
homeschooling. You’re probably the same little bluebird of happiness
whose hobby is running up to pregnant women and inducing premature
labor by telling them every ghastly birth story you’ve ever heard. We
all hate you, so please go away.

7 We don’t look horrified and start quizzing your kids when we hear
they’re in public school. Please stop drilling our children like
potential oil fields to see if we’re doing what you consider an
adequate job of homeschooling.

8 Stop assuming all homeschoolers are religious.

9 Stop assuming that if we’re religious, we must be homeschooling for religious reasons.

10 We didn’t go through all the reading, learning, thinking,
weighing of options, experimenting, and worrying that goes into
homeschooling just to annoy you. Really. This was a deeply personal
decision, tailored to the specifics of our family. Stop taking the bare
fact of our being homeschoolers as either an affront or a judgment
about your own educational decisions.

11 Please stop questioning my competency and demanding to see my
credentials. I didn’t have to complete a course in catering to
successfully cook dinner for my family; I don’t need a degree in
teaching to educate my children. If spending at least twelve years in
the kind of chew-it-up-and-spit-it-out educational facility we call
public school left me with so little information in my memory banks
that I can’t teach the basics of an elementary education to my nearest
and dearest, maybe there’s a reason I’m so reluctant to send my child
to school.

12 If my kid’s only six and you ask me with a straight face how I
can possibly teach him what he’d learn in school, please understand
that you’re calling me an idiot. Don’t act shocked if I decide to
respond in kind.

13 Stop assuming that because the word “home” is right there in
“homeschool,” we never leave the house. We’re the ones who go to the
amusement parks, museums, and zoos in the middle of the week and in the
off-season and laugh at you because you have to go on weekends and
holidays when it’s crowded and icky.

14 Stop assuming that because the word “school” is right there in
homeschool, we must sit around at a desk for six or eight hours every
day, just like your kid does. Even if we’re into the “school” side of
education — and many of us prefer a more organic approach — we can burn
through a lot of material a lot more efficiently, because we don’t have
to gear our lessons to the lowest common denominator.

15 Stop asking, “But what about the Prom?” Even if the idea that my
kid might not be able to indulge in a night of over-hyped, over-priced
revelry was enough to break my heart, plenty of kids who do go to
school don’t get to go to the Prom. For all you know, I’m one of them.
I might still be bitter about it. So go be shallow somewhere else.

16 Don’t ask my kid if she wouldn’t rather go to school unless you
don’t mind if I ask your kid if he wouldn’t rather stay home and get
some sleep now and then.

17 Stop saying, “Oh, I could never homeschool!” Even if you think
it’s some kind of compliment, it sounds more like you’re horrified. One
of these days, I won’t bother disagreeing with you any more.

18 If you can remember anything from chemistry or calculus class,
you’re allowed to ask how we’ll teach these subjects to our kids. If
you can’t, thank you for the reassurance that we couldn’t possibly do a
worse job than your teachers did, and might even do a better one.

19 Stop asking about how hard it must be to be my child’s teacher as
well as her parent. I don’t see much difference between bossing my kid
around academically and bossing him around the way I do about
everything else.

20 Stop saying that my kid is shy, outgoing, aggressive, anxious,
quiet, boisterous, argumentative, pouty, fidgety, chatty, whiny, or
loud because he’s homeschooled. It’s not fair that all the kids who go
to school can be as annoying as they want to without being branded as
representative of anything but childhood.

21 Quit assuming that my kid must be some kind of prodigy because she’s homeschooled.

22 Quit assuming that I must be some kind of prodigy because I homeschool my kids.

23 Quit assuming that I must be some kind of saint because I homeschool my kids.

24 Stop talking about all the great childhood memories my kids won’t
get because they don’t go to school, unless you want me to start asking
about all the not-so-great childhood memories you have because you went
to school.

25 Here’s a thought: If you can’t say something nice about homeschooling, shut up!



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I found this little tidbit today when reading some email lists.

This isn’t an answer to the twenty hour question but the question
reminded me of a bit from “Learning all the Time” by John Holt.

“At the Ny Lille Skole (New Little School), near Copenhagen, which I
described in “Instead of Education,” there is no formal reading
program at all – no classes, no reading groups, no instruction, no
testing, nothing. Children (like adults) read if , and when, and
what, and with whom, and as much as they want to. But all the
children know – it is not announced, just on of those things you find
out by being in the school – that anytime they want, they can go to
Rasmus Hansen, a tall, deep voiced, slow speaking teacher (for many
years the head teacher of the school), and say, “Will you read with
me?” and he will say, “Yes.” The child picks something to read, goes
with Rasmus to a little nook, not a locked room but a cozy and
private place, sits down right beside him and begins to read aloud.
Rasmus does almost nothing. From time to time he says softly, “Ja,
Ja,” implying “That’s right, keep going.” Unless he suspects the
child may be getting into a panic, he almost never points out or
corrects a mistake. If asked for a word, he simply says what it is.
After a while, usually about twenty minutes or so, the child stops,
closes the book, gets up, and goes off to do something else. One
could hardly call this teaching. Yet, as it happens, Rasmus was
trained as a reading teacher. He told me that it had taken him many
years to stop doing – one at a time – all the many things he had been
trained to do, and finally to learn that this tiny amount of moral
support and help was all that children needed of him, and that
anything more was of no help at all.

I asked Rasmus how much of this “help” children seemed to need before
they felt ready to explore reading on their own. He said that from
his records of theses reading sessions he had found that the longest
amount of time any of the children spent reading with him was about
thirty hours, usually in sessions of twenty minutes to a half hour,
spread out over a few months. But, he added, many children spent
much less time than that with him, and many others never read with
him at all. I should add that almost all of the children went from
the Ny Lille Skole to the gymnasium, a high school far more difficult
and demanding than all but a few secondary schools in the U.S.
However and whenever the children many have learned it, they were all
good readers.

Thirty hours. I had met that figure before. Years earlier, I had
served for a few weeks as a consultant to a reading program for adult
illiterates in Cleveland, Ohio. Most of the students were from
thirty to fifty years old: most were poor; about half were black,
half white; most had moved to Cleveland either from Appalachia or the
deep South. There were three sessions, each lasting three weeks. In
each session, students went to classes for two hours a night five
nights a week: that is thirty hours. To teach the teachers used
Caleb Gattegno’s “Words in Color,” a very ingenious (I now think, too
ingenious) method. Used well, it can be very effective. But it
makes great demands on the teachers. That is, it can be used very
badly. Few of the volunteer teachers in the program had previously
used “Words in Color”; they themselves had been trained in an
intensive course just before they began to teach the illiterates. I
observed a good many of the teachers in one of the three sessions.
Most of them used the method fairly well, one or two very well, a few
very badly. The students and classes themselves varied; some classes
were much more supportive, some students much more bold and vigorous
than others. I don’t know what, if any, follow-up studies of the
program were ever made, or what the students did with their newfound
skill. My strong impression at the end of my three weeks was that
most of the students in the classes I had observed had learned enough
about reading in their thirty hours so that they could go on
exploring and reading, and could become as skillful as they wanted to
be on their own.”

And this other bit:

“Some years later I first heard of Paulo Freire, a Brazilian educator
and reformer, who, until the army ran him out of the country, had
been teaching reading and writing to illiterate adult peasants in the
very poorest villages. One might say that his method was a kind of
politically radical, grown-up version of the method Sylvia Ashton-
Warner described in her books “Spinster and Teacher.” That is, he
began by talking with these peasants about the conditions and
problems of their lives (this was what the army didn’t like), and
then showed them how to write and read the words that came up most in
their talk. He too found that it took only about thirty hours of
teaching before these wretchedly poor and previously demoralized
peasants were able to go on exploring reading on there own. Thirty
hours. One school week. That is the true size of the task
.”

Holt doesn’t say that after thirty hours everyone knew how to read,
he says they had enough information to explore reading on their own.



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Same as the last three years, we went to the Fair (FREX) This year though, it was damn cold!! And windy!! Though we all had to wear sweaters/jackets and pants instead of shorts and teeshirts, it was fun!!!! Really fun since we didn’t get hot. And also because of the weather (and the fact we actually went this year on the first day of school, not the third) the fair never really got busy. Even though there were a lot of kids around (mostly teens), the rides weren’t being used. One of the roller coaster trips Sophia took was over 20 minutes long :) And like the past 3 years….we took a million and one pictures…okay, more like 80 plus some video, but who’s counting. By mid-afternoon though, the picture taking stopped. We stayed past dark, and I’m kicking myself for not taking some of the after-dark pictures. It was pretty :) So, here’s some pictures from our fair outing. I was LOVING the petting zoo. Screw the rides, the animals had me. My MIL joked that I was craving life on a farm, which isn’t too far off the mark actually!!! Brandon was obsessed with the different birds and poultry there were, and the Emu stole Azura’s pinwheel right out of her pocket!!! Way cool!!!

So, without further ado :) Pictures and like always click on the thumbnail to view larger picture and on the right top to go forward (left top to go back)…… (Link to many many more: Fair Photos )

Sophia’s Pony Ride

Max’s Pony Ride

Baby Wild Boars

The Creepy Emu

The Tornado

The Matterhorn

Tip-Up Cups

Tilt-A-Whirl

Crazy Bus

The Scrambler



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This morning, like every morning, I was reading through my various unschooling group lists that I subscribe to. I’m a lurker; I like to read rather than post, well at least on the e-list/groups, but it’s a wonderful resource for me even if I don’t ever open my mouth…um use my fingers?? Today I was scanning through, and I saw a post about a certain online game :)

http://www.redistrictinggame.com/

So what, you may ask, what’s the connection? Well, this is the game Andrew was one of the developer/programmers on, and he was the web designer who did the site the game is played through :) It’s received a lot of press in the US, but there wasn’t a connection per say to us, other than, HEY, Dad worked on that, kids! This though, LOL, either the world is super small or there’s enough unschoolers in enough little spots that we’re all connected! I love finding all the neat and unusual connections in our unschooling life, but there’s not usually such a personal, hands on connection :) I got the biggest kick out of that this morning!!



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This is the question that’s been posed for the 10th edition of Unschooling Voices. It’s an optional question, but one that I’ve been thinking about so I thought I’d answer it! We fell right into unschooling after pulling the kids out of school, so we didn’t go through some of the other steps that other parents might have dealt with who maybe came from a school-at-home or maybe with more public school time served. It always felt right, so we never suffered from second-guessing ourselves. We never had the urge to push workbooks etc, in fact, we probably went too far second-guessing ourselves in the opposite way…”OMG they WANT workbooks???” so maybe one piece of advice would be to follow their lead. We DID however, get defensive about our choice. Instead of sharing our choice, we felt we had to defend it to people. Not that we thought we were making the wrong choice, it was never that, but that we felt on edge; that people wouldn’t want to understand, and this made the first little bit uncomfortable. So my advice would be to let it go. Don’t explain, don’t defend, just move forward. If people were genuinely interested, then explain.

Another piece of advice would be to maybe stop worrying. Yeah, I know everyone’s going to say that one, but from time to time, we both worried. About one little one in particular, but as he’s gotten older, the worry is lessening.

Maybe I’d tell myself that I couldn’t imagine how much fun it would be to be exploring and learning and doing and being side by side these amazing kids. I liked the whole SAHM gig before they came home, but it’s almost more fun now.

I’d tell myself that one computer isn’t enough for 6 people, and a second one would be the first thing to buy, along with that second TV. And that I should be prepared to answer a million and one questions a day, and that some of them would shock and amaze and stump me. And that I would be utterly speechless about what the kids learned and from where they learned it.

Really though, I’d not have too much advice or would want to do much differently from when they first started unschooling, until now. Maybe in 10 years I’d have a different answer…maybe not though.



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Come read all the amazing posts from other unschooling bloggers! If you want to know more about this crazy life called “unschooling” or want some great posts to read about other families living this life, or just have a little time and want to read something, or just because ;) come read!!!

UNSCHOOLING VOICES #9

And a shout out to Joanne who did an amazing job getting so many entries posted and up!!! THANKS for all your hard work!!!



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Since it’s only about ten *yikes* days away now, I suppose I can post about it. Last summer Azura’s grandparents started discussing the idea of having her fly out to BC for a couple of weeks in the spring. We all loved the idea, and Azura was really excited. We started to make plans, and it started turning out to be a really complicated process. Neither the grands nor us could come up with a reasonable trip that didn’t involve a 12 year old in the Toronto airport for 4 hours to change planes. My father-in-law came up with the BEST solution! She’s going to fly out (no connections) in 10 days, to stay with them for a couple of weeks, and then drive across Canada with them when they drive back here for the summer. Azura will get a chance to explore Canada like very few people get to do. It takes about a week or so to drive coast to coast, so not only will she get to spend a couple of weeks on the opposite coast (and in a HUGE city compared to our dinky little city) but she’ll get to travel across Canada.

Now, she’s already done several cross-Canada trips, both by car and plane, but they all were before she was 3 LOL So though she’s done it, she has no memories of it at all. In fact, it’ll be her second cross-Canada-coast-to-coast-from BC car trip. Her first, she was 3 months old. THAT was a long trip! So she’s been going out of her mind with excitement. Every grandchild will get a trip when they’re 12. Be it across country or what have you. So it’s something really special and memorable.

I’m alternating between jealousy that she’s going and anticipation of what she’ll experience and yes, anxiety over the trip out. It’s such a HUGE jump in responsibility and maturity. I don’t doubt for an instant she can handle it; if I did, she wouldn’t be going, but it’s so WOW! How many 12 year olds get to experience this? It’s also extremely cool for us, her parents, because she’s going back to the place we met and started dating 14 years ago. She’ll be old enough to think that’s really cool without being too old to think it’s cool J She’ll be able to see his old apartment building, the beaches we used to hang out on, the restaurants we ate at, the high schools we went to. All those neat places and things, and being able to spend some time in a much larger city with so many different activities and sights and sounds, very cool. Am I sounding envious??? LOL I am a little, I’ll totally admit that. I can picture where she’s going and what’s she’ll be doing in my head, but I’ve BTDT at not much older than her. I was 14 when we moved from Ontario to BC and we drove across the country to do it. So, in my mind’s eye I’ve taken those steps and I almost wish I could share them with her. I figure we’ll be racking up some phone calls J and emails!

I’m going to show her how to post from her cell phone so maybe there will be “in trip” posts from here. If not, that’s still neat, but I’ll be sure to have a post when she’s home in July. Sophia and I are also going away overnight to take her to the plane and that’s never happened before (a girls only night out/boys home night) so Sophia’s getting her own “mini” trip though she’s insanely jealous of Azura being able to go to a Chinatown. Sophia loves anything Chinese. I figure I’m going to have to send extra money and a “Sophia” shopping list with Azura J

Pretty neat, eh? She’s going to have such an experience!!!!



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Last night Azura received an “Outstanding Volunteer Award” from the Boys and Girls Club. It was totally unexpected and she never did any of the things she did, to get an award, but instead, to actually help and do and be. She said she was the only “kid” to get one. We’re VERY proud of her, not for the award itself, but for how active and helpful etc she is. The award is nice, but the things she’s done and learned and experienced is even better.

But it does blow the myths of the “lazy homeschooler” or “unsocialized unschooler” or “won’t work well as a team/work well with others/survive in the real world” all to snot, doesn’t it??



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***how long has unschooling been around?***
***Since humans have roamed the planet and before. Even Neanderthals
learned!***
Yes, learning is so easy, even cave men did it. <g>

  • Shell beads found in Algeria and Israel have been dated to 100,000 years ago, well before there were jewelry makings schools. <g>
  • The stunning Chauvet drawings were created between 29,700 and 32,400 years ago long before there were art schools. <g>
  • Signs carved in tortoise shell, found in China were written down in the Stone age or Neolithic age, predating the previous earliest writings by two thousand years, well before there were writing schools.<g>

HEY! This is fun!

  • Archeologists have found pottery dating back 13,000 years, many, many years before there were pottery schools.
  • The first known sewing needle, found in France, is about 25,000 years old, some considerable time before there were sewing schools.
  • There is some evidence that people had discovered a way to weave cloth and baskets as early as 27,000 years ago, before there were weaving studios or, well, looms. <g>

There seems to be no shortage of evidence that humans learn.

Deb Lewis



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Lately there’s been a lot of discussion among parents with kids Sophia’s age about this coming fall and school. Not just in real life with Sophia’s preschool mates but online too. I remember this happening as well when Max was this age because I noticed it more because of involvements in online and IRL groups of parents who had similar aged children. I’m a member of several online communities…ok, “several” isn’t the right word. A lot? Some I’ve been a part of for over 7 years, one I’ve been a part of for almost 5 and the rest for 4 years. The ones I’ve been a part of for four years or so are all unschooling groups of one caliber or another so that sort of conversation doesn’t come up.

We’re one of 4 (I think I got everyone counted in there) homeschooling families in one of the groups I’m a member of (out of forty or so families) and one of 3 or 4 from the other group (out of about 75). It gets pretty lonely since I can relate to the schooly conversations since Azura and Brandon briefly went to school, and heck, I have a kid in preschool, but I don’t see it that way anymore. It really kills me to just stay out of conversations about school because I always want to show the other side/other options, but all the talk of school sometimes feels really lonely especially when it’s hard for people to understand what we do LOL.

The thing is, though it’s very lonely at times, and in our day to day lives there are very very very few homeschoolers in town and I’ve yet to meet an unschooler let alone a radical unschooler so it’s really hard to find people that can relate at all, I wouldn’t change it for anything in the world. Even though it’s a radical idea that I feel compelled at times to explain and we’re constantly asked about it (you know, you don’t ask public school families the same sorts of questions you ask homeschooling families), it’s worth it. It’s not like we’re isolated from everything, so it’s not lonely that way, it’s lonely in a “like minded parenting” way I suppose.

We’re happy in our choice, the kids are flourishing and happy and busy and loving every minute of their lives, so I’m thoroughly thrilled with that, but I think it’s more of not having the same community feeling as a parent than the usual mainstream, traditional parent does or can have. It takes more work :D The kids don’t have the same problem. Kids are blind to a lot of that. At least the friends of our kids don’t seem to. It never comes up. Then again, you’re not going to hear many kids going on about how awesome school is to our unschooled kids :) So they’re not affected by it, which is great, but it’s a lot of work parenting this way.

I suppose if we were just unschooling academics or if we were even using a school at home method it would be a little easier to understand and I wouldn’t feel so out of the loop. And really, I’m quite happy being the weird freak, since I’ve been one my whole life….LOL It’s like what I touched on in the post I made about religion and unschooling; in fact, I think maybe it’s the same thing. It’s hard at times being the minority of the minority of the minority (secular unschoolers). I don’t really want to fit in…LOL…I just don’t want to stick out so much at times, but hey, the things you do for your kids, right??

So when conversations like this crop up, it’s just a matter of either not responding, or just mentioning what we do :) Or don’t do as the case may be………it works for us, so we do it and it’s what our kids need. It just means I spend more time reading my unschooling lists to offset that lonely feeling.



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