Yep.  That's the mantra at my house.  Even the little guy learned early on (from his brothers) to declare his contempt for school. Of course, when . . . 

• . . . I asked my thirteen-year-old if I was overloading him with too much work or if he was just working at it slowly, enjoying being able to work at his own pace (a snail's!), he responded that it really was the latter.
• . . . I almost forgot to "do reading" with my youngest, he reminded me.
• . . . we begin listening to any book on tape (usually to protests of how boring it will be), within minutes they are pleading with me to keep playing it.
• . . . after listening to part of Cheaper By the Dozen tonight, my middle son insisted I immediately get out the Power Glide Latin curriculum we used a couple of years ago so he could do it on his own.
• . . . the highlight of our week is the trip to the library and the most anticipated regular event of the month is the monthly trip to the BIG library.
• . . . our pretending is fueled by the period movies and documentaries that we are watching and reading about at that time.  (OK, admittedly, superheroes often work their way into the dress code too; but we wear superhero costumes while we are doing school work.)
• . . . the kids tell me what they want to do next year for school.

It's just too bad that they hate school so much.  Think how much they would hate it if they weren't actually learning something!