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First, let me introduce myself, as I just registered after weeks of lurking. I'm a 30-something mother with two boys, ages 13 and 6. I recently moved to rural America, where, obviously by my moniker, I don't seem to fit in
We live in a very, very (did I say very?) small town, population, um, little; very conservative, et cetera.
My oldest son has always attended public school because, well, that's what you do before you learn to think for yourself and have opinions: You do what everyone else does and assume it's the right thing. I had my youngest son just as I was coming into my own, figuring out who I was, and beginning to question everything. Since having him, I've embraced less mainstream concepts and had more difficultly embracing "normal" ones.
I never thought that I would entertain the thought of homeschooling/unschooling him (heck, I just learned about unschooling as a concept with a real name within the last year), but have always done what I called "organic learning" with him, even prior to this year when we went to ps kindergarten. If he is into spiders, we learn about spiders; if it's snakes, we learn snakes; space, no problem, we'll learn all about it. He is light years ahead of his classmates in kindergarten, even academically, and much more outspoken and opinionated, which just doesn't seem to be a good fit for regular school.
This year has been such a struggle for us, and I'm finally "this" close to taking him out of public school and giving unschooling a try. Convincing my husband that this is a good idea has been a battle (he thinks I've lost my mind, not only with regard to this but other things -- like growing worms
), but I think he's finally on board as he's seen how not well my son and I are adjusting to school. One minute, though, I'm convinced that we'll be great at it; then fear of failure sets in and I feel like I'll be doing him a huge disservice by throwing caution to the wind and seeing what happens. I guess I'm just looking for some validation that yes, I can do this.
I knew from the very beginning, at registration, that we were a bit different from the other parents and less likely to "follow the rules." At registration, they had all of the kids singing a specific song, but my son didn't want to sing that song; he wanted to learn one we had been working at home. I got the, "Um, Ms. Mother, we have a problem," and I just couldn't figure out what the problem was. I explained to her that he would sing A song, just not THAT song, because he clearly had no interest in doing so.
Then we moved into learning/writing the alphabet. There was one child who just couldn't get the letter C down right, so the entire class had to write row after row after row of Cs every night for homework. Of course, by day three, and having learned to write Cs long before we started school, we were totally over Cs. My son would fight and fight not to do it anymore because he already knew it. The teacher insisted that the class had to stay together, and until this other little boy learned how to do it, we would be doing Cs every night for homework. Whatever! So we did Cs, but we didn't do them on paper. One night I bought window markers and we did tons of Cs on the windows, then we sent in a picture of our work; another day we did Cs with shaving cream on the tub tiles and sent another picture. I mean, we were writing Cs and doing the homework -- just not on paper. As you can imagine, our "creativity" was not well received by the teacher.
We had another incident recently where my son would start off speaking in English and then change over to Spanish in the middle of a sentence at school. I have traveled to Central and Latin America twice in the last year to have medical work done (hey, it's cheaper), so we have been learning Spanish as a family in anticipation of everyone accompanying me on a return trip this summer. To make sure we learn it and learn it correctly, we have "Spanish only" conversations in our house, which is where he got this. The teacher called in a panic because she didn't understand him and insisted that it be explained to him that only English was allowed to be spoken during the school day. Good Lord, someone help us. He's six, it's an innocent thing that we do daily at home, and I don't think it's intentional; it's just something that he's trying to wrap his mind around, and slips will happen. But I certainly will not tell him not to do it, anywhere, because I don't want him to think learning it is somehow a bad thing.
We are approaching the end of kindergarten, and I feel like I have been engaged in a battle all year long -- us vs. them. I have tried to conform -- I promise I have! -- but I just can't make sense of school anymore. Add in that I have an anxiety attack every day when I see my son being marched through the hall to come to the door for pickup, not allowed to speak, hands to himself, head forward -- like he's in the military -- and I'm not sure we can make it through 12 more years of compulsory school.
Wow, my quick little post turned into a book, and I apologize. I just feel like here, people will understand what I'm talking about. I have just finished reading The Teenage Liberation Handbook and every word resonated with me like nothing else has in years, as many of the posts here have. I totally get unschooling and think it's the most awesome thing to happen education-wise in years. Why am I so hesitant to embrace it fully and say goodbye to public school forever? Does everyone feel like this in the beginning? Am we going to be okay if we give it a try? Someone, please, tell me I'm not crazy and that we'll get through this and my son won't suffer for it.

My oldest son has always attended public school because, well, that's what you do before you learn to think for yourself and have opinions: You do what everyone else does and assume it's the right thing. I had my youngest son just as I was coming into my own, figuring out who I was, and beginning to question everything. Since having him, I've embraced less mainstream concepts and had more difficultly embracing "normal" ones.
I never thought that I would entertain the thought of homeschooling/unschooling him (heck, I just learned about unschooling as a concept with a real name within the last year), but have always done what I called "organic learning" with him, even prior to this year when we went to ps kindergarten. If he is into spiders, we learn about spiders; if it's snakes, we learn snakes; space, no problem, we'll learn all about it. He is light years ahead of his classmates in kindergarten, even academically, and much more outspoken and opinionated, which just doesn't seem to be a good fit for regular school.
This year has been such a struggle for us, and I'm finally "this" close to taking him out of public school and giving unschooling a try. Convincing my husband that this is a good idea has been a battle (he thinks I've lost my mind, not only with regard to this but other things -- like growing worms

I knew from the very beginning, at registration, that we were a bit different from the other parents and less likely to "follow the rules." At registration, they had all of the kids singing a specific song, but my son didn't want to sing that song; he wanted to learn one we had been working at home. I got the, "Um, Ms. Mother, we have a problem," and I just couldn't figure out what the problem was. I explained to her that he would sing A song, just not THAT song, because he clearly had no interest in doing so.
Then we moved into learning/writing the alphabet. There was one child who just couldn't get the letter C down right, so the entire class had to write row after row after row of Cs every night for homework. Of course, by day three, and having learned to write Cs long before we started school, we were totally over Cs. My son would fight and fight not to do it anymore because he already knew it. The teacher insisted that the class had to stay together, and until this other little boy learned how to do it, we would be doing Cs every night for homework. Whatever! So we did Cs, but we didn't do them on paper. One night I bought window markers and we did tons of Cs on the windows, then we sent in a picture of our work; another day we did Cs with shaving cream on the tub tiles and sent another picture. I mean, we were writing Cs and doing the homework -- just not on paper. As you can imagine, our "creativity" was not well received by the teacher.
We had another incident recently where my son would start off speaking in English and then change over to Spanish in the middle of a sentence at school. I have traveled to Central and Latin America twice in the last year to have medical work done (hey, it's cheaper), so we have been learning Spanish as a family in anticipation of everyone accompanying me on a return trip this summer. To make sure we learn it and learn it correctly, we have "Spanish only" conversations in our house, which is where he got this. The teacher called in a panic because she didn't understand him and insisted that it be explained to him that only English was allowed to be spoken during the school day. Good Lord, someone help us. He's six, it's an innocent thing that we do daily at home, and I don't think it's intentional; it's just something that he's trying to wrap his mind around, and slips will happen. But I certainly will not tell him not to do it, anywhere, because I don't want him to think learning it is somehow a bad thing.
We are approaching the end of kindergarten, and I feel like I have been engaged in a battle all year long -- us vs. them. I have tried to conform -- I promise I have! -- but I just can't make sense of school anymore. Add in that I have an anxiety attack every day when I see my son being marched through the hall to come to the door for pickup, not allowed to speak, hands to himself, head forward -- like he's in the military -- and I'm not sure we can make it through 12 more years of compulsory school.
Wow, my quick little post turned into a book, and I apologize. I just feel like here, people will understand what I'm talking about. I have just finished reading The Teenage Liberation Handbook and every word resonated with me like nothing else has in years, as many of the posts here have. I totally get unschooling and think it's the most awesome thing to happen education-wise in years. Why am I so hesitant to embrace it fully and say goodbye to public school forever? Does everyone feel like this in the beginning? Am we going to be okay if we give it a try? Someone, please, tell me I'm not crazy and that we'll get through this and my son won't suffer for it.