''The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.'' -- Nietzsche
''I have no country to fight for. My country is the earth, and I am a citizen of the world.'' -- Eugene V. Debs
Making A Statement
May. 21, 2007
How do you explain to a two-year-old...
...that it is NOT cool to run shrieking around Auto Zone with a can of engine degreaser? How do you explain to a two-year-old that patience is important, because Momma needs to wait in line at the post office? How do you tell him to STOP kicking and screaming and dropping to the floor when I try to get him to walk with me, instead of gleefully running away from me, so he doesn't get abducted by Chester The Molester? These are all questions I am pondering today. The great mysteries of raising a toddler.
It has been a hellish day thus far. We went to the scrap yard first thing this morning. It took us an hour and a half by the time we drove into the metal room, unloaded the car, and waited in line for our $8.50 in aluminum money...because their computers were down, and they had to process everyone's scrap manually. Jake does NOT like to wait in line. He was bored, and when he gets bored, he gets very ANGRY. He was screaming his little balls off because we had to stand in one spot for a while. The unfortunate thing is, the way they have the scrap yard set up, once your car is in line, you can't leave. It is a one-way drive that you go into, with no room to turn around. Otherwise, I would have gone back tomorrow. So we waited as he pulled at me, tried to push other people's scrap carts, pushed MY scrap cart, shrieked, tried to climb me, asked to be picked up then writhed around in my arms the moment his feet left the ground, pulled my hair, and wiped a booger on my shirt. We finally got weighed out and paid, then we had to go to Auto Zone. At Auto Zone, he ran away from me, took off down an aisle with a can of engine degreaser, stood at the end of the aisle until I got to him, and took off again. Little dude is FAST! I finally caught up with him just as he tripped and smacked his face on the floor. Luckily, he wasn't hurt, but I told him, "That's what you get for running away from Momma." Then we had to go to the post office. He was pretty good there, but it's a small p.o. and I just let him wander a bit because I could see him the whole time. They have a table for kids with childrens' books, so of course he brought books to me and I read to him in line. I'm sure the other patrons enjoyed hearing "The Little Engine That Could."
After we got back, I let him run around outside for a while, but he kept trying to dart out into the parking lot (he saw his Daddy working on a tenant's door, so he wanted to chase him too), so back inside we went. I gave him some juice and put him down for a nap, and I must admit I want one myself. But there is much housecleaning to be done. I didn't do a **** thing all weekend and the apartment is in shambles.
I think the class planning meeting with the homeschool co-op went quite nicely last night - and quickly!! Next session, I will be teaching the 4-6 year old class phonics. I'm really excited about it. I'm trying to cobble together an eclectic mix of fun teaching tools. I am loosely basing my curriculum on the Abeka phonics curriculum, and adding in cool printable worksheets I found online, plus flash cards from the Dollar Tree. I went to Dollar tree this evening to see if I could find more of the short vowel/long vowel charts like I bought for Jake, but unfortunately they don't have those anymore. They did have some blending charts, which I bought for a buck, but I really hope I can find some more of the "AEIOUs" so that I don't have to borrow Jake's charts. I was slightly annoyed that C. asked me "So what exactly are you going to be doing with the 4-6 class with phonics?" and I just wanted to go, "Uh, phonics, duh?" but I just pulled out the stuff that I had brought that I was planning on using for the class to show her. It wouldn't have been so bad that she asked but for some reason I was the only one she asked for more details on the class - and really, how many ways can you do phonics? I know her daughter is in that class but I really don't understand the concern. Am I not competent enough to teach phonics to kindergarteners? Or was I just PMSing and took her comment the wrong way? I may never know.
On another note, I ran the dreaded email that I had to send to S. by L. to get her input on it before I sent it...the dreaded Box Tops For Education email...the email explaining to S. that I have effectively usurped her position as Box Top Coordinator. The email that called her out for keeping the check from Box Tops For Education that was misdelivered to her, instead of informing L. or me that she had it. I got L's approval, and sent the email as soon as I got home. I never got a reply (no big shock). What can she say, really? She knows why the position was "usurped." The fact that she kept the check without saying a word should be enough to make her understand why her position would be "usurped."
That's it for now...off to finish the lesson for Monday's class and start researching stuff for next session!
I had a pretty good lesson today with the teenagers. I had a grid that I'd downloaded that showed the number of casualties by country, both civilian casualties and battle casualties. It had them divided by Allied and Axis. The grid also showed how much money each country spent on the war. Back in the 1940s, the United States spent over $300 BILLION on the war. That's a lot of money now. I can't imagine what it would have been back then! Probably close to the multi-trillion dollar deficit resulting from the war in Iraq.
I think that I had a good class today, partly because I gave them M&Ms at the beginning of class. Interestingly enough, an article came out on Yahoo news today, regarding chocolate boosting brain power. Hmmm. The older kids always griped that they never got snacks, and it just so happened that a sale at Walgreens, combined with a bunch of coupons I'd clipped, landed me ten free bags of Dark Chocolate M&Ms - so I brought them in and passed them out. The boy who always complained I was "torturing" him never uttered a complaint today...even though I had today's lesson printed out in magenta! LOL!
I really hate the way that one of the other parents always jumps in during my class, though. I wanted to sit down on a table and face the class, and this guy, I don't even think he realized he was doing it, walked up to the front of the room by the chalkboard like HE was leading the class, and any time I went to say something, he'd say something else. He made points that I was going to talk about before I got a chance to open my mouth. GOD it was annoying. I found myself looking at him after I finished a sentence, like "Do you have anything else to add?" I guess I'm just too much of a pushover to say anything sometimes. I don't want to create conflict in the group, but ****, let me have my class! PLEASE!! I mean, sometimes he's helpful, because he'll throw in facts that I didn't know, but today really pissed me off because he was standing at the front LECTURING while I was made to look like the lesser person in the room. I felt inferior. God, I didn't even know I was so angry about that until I typed it out just now!! I don't interject crap during his class (mainly because I don't sit through it; I'm in Jake's class first hour).
It's a good thing I'll have the 4-6 year olds next session. I'll be teaching them phonics. I think I'll feel a little better about that because I can DO kindergarten phonics without someone standing there throwing in his two cents all the time. Phonics is phonics.
Teenagers are just hard to teach. Either that, or I'm just not interesting enough. I don't know. For my WWII class yesterday, I brought in popular music from the WWII era and we talked about each song, what it meant, why it appealed to the people of the time. One of the boys in the class is a chronic complainer, so of course he said I was "torturing" him with the 1940s music (just like I was "torturing" him by giving a handout on unmasculine pink paper, and "torturing" him by having the group sit on the floor in a circle). I have to bear in mind that he's mildly autistic and I don't know enough about autism to make any judgements about this poor kid's personality. He is a sweet, funny kid most of the time, but when it comes to class, well, as much as I love the guy, he can be kind of a jerk. He's great with Jake though, and the way he interacts with his little brother (who is Jake's age) is just phenomenal. I have a hard time getting most of the kids to talk during class because I think a lot of them are shy. I finally got a good answer out of one of the boys after I played "Don't Sit Under The Apple Tree". I said, "What is this song about?" and the boy said, "It means 'don't cheat on me, or I'll kill you!'" Of course I laughed. I have a little surprise for the boy I "torture" - I printed out the entire lesson in magenta. It's really only because I'm out of black ink, but I chose magenta over blue, green, or red.
Jake's class was like normal. Just a bunch of toddlers running around wreaking havoc. I'm not worried about Jake's class...the really challenging one is the one for the older kids I have to teach.
Class went much better than it did last week. I wasn't nearly as nervous and I had enough material to fill the whole hour without going over. We talked about the home front during WWII, and I brought in some propaganda posters that I'd had printed up, and I brought in a treat as well...a cake that was invented during WWII to stretch rations. It's called Wacky Cake and it has no egg or butter in it. The kids went nuts over it. And, they were much more open and willing to participate in the discussion. I had arranged the class as a "rap session" where they each read a paragraph and we discussed it (for instance, "Do you think people should have been jailed for avoiding the draft? Why or why not?") We got to talk about a lot and it really worked nicely. And, since we talked about scrapping for the war effort, I gave an assignment: "Collect as much aluminum, brass, and copper as you can between now and the end of session. Bring it to me. I'll take it all in to SARCO and the money from the scrap will go toward funding our field trip to the Holocaust museum." I'll probably wind up getting not much more than some aluminum cans from them (what do kids know about where to collect scrap, lol) but it will be a little bit toward the cost of their trip (which shouldn't be more than gas and the donation to the museum.) FUN! I'm really excited about next week. I have to make up some work sheets between now and then to go along with the music and video I'll be showing them. I'm going to play music from the 1940s and talk about it, and also show some old Looney Tunes propaganda cartoons. :) I'm sooo happy that I didn't bomb again!!
I'm referring to my WWII class. Yesterday was the first day of teaching the teenagers, and I was sooooo nervous. I was stuttering, going, "Uhhhh....uhhhhh..." and to make matters worse one of the other parents was in there interrupting and making me even more nervous. The kids are just teenagers...they're at that stage where everything is "gay" and you can't get them to participate in anything. I asked the one girl in the class to read a paragraph aloud and she just gave me a nasty look and shook her head. Mmmmkay. I'll be more prepared next time. I'll have notecards to help me out. David was trying to be helpful after class by giving me pointers and suggestions, but hey, this was my very FIRST time doing this, and I'm going to need to figure this out on my own, and not necessarily the way the other parents tell me to do it.
Jake DID have a good time in his class, though! There were a LOT of other boys for him to play with. Of course, his buddies Tommy and Joe were there, and two new boys, Ben and Benjamin. Ben is HUGE! I never thought I would see a baby bigger than Jake. He's 15 months and weighs two pounds more than Jake! OY! Tommy has learned new words since the last time I saw him. He and Jake were playing with trucks and Tommy said, "NO! MINE!" ROTFL! Jake had L. cracking up with his new phrase: "Where'd it go?" Anytime he drops something on the floor, he now says, "Where'd it go?" Our boys are growing up. Expanding their vocabulary on a daily basis. And of course, getting lots bigger, too!
As I mentioned in my last blog, I am doing a unit on WWII for the older kids at Jake's "school". I certainly picked a heavy topic. There is so much out there that you could spend a whole year covering WWII, but I have to do it in seven one-hour classes. I'm picking out key points that I feel are of importance, and filling in the gaps with more in-depth information. I'm going to be focusing a lot on America itself during the war, and I'm even going to give them one whole period where they get to watch old Looney Tunes propaganda cartoons from the time. I'm going to have a creative assignment where they "collect scrap for the war effort" - I'm going to have them bring me all the aluminum, brass, and copper they can find, and I'm going to take it to the scrap yard. The money from the scrap yard will be put toward a FIELD TRIP to the Holocaust museum in Terre Haute. I definitely understand now why so many history books just give you the tip of the iceberg.
Since I am definitely a pacifist, I feel one way to prevent future war is to teach the youngest generation about past wars. If you make them see how terrible war really is, maybe one day human beings will have enough sense to stop all this fighting, and live in peace. I'm going to have the kids keep a history journal, where they write about the emotions that they feel after learning about these things. One thing I am going to present is a survivor's account from Hiroshima and Nagasaki. I am also going to present to them arguments for and against the United States dropping the atomic bombs, and let them write their feelings in their journals.
And one thing is for sure - after I do this unit, I'm definitely going back to working with the younger kids for a while! I think next session I want to teach phonics to the 4-6 year olds. That reminds me! I got a book in the mail today that I ordered from Paperback Swap. "Teach Your Child To Read in 100 Easy Lessons." This book is a piece of crap, and I don't recommend it to anyone. I looked at it and right away I could tell all it is going to do is make things more confusing for kids. Abeka's phonics method WORKS and so that is what we are going to use. (Coupled with watching Between The Lions every day! I hope that show has won many AWARDS.)
Last day of co-op before xmas break was a success!!
I was still volunteering in the 2-4-year-old class, and the parents LOVED the project I had them do for their holiday craft. First, I had them take plain brown paper bags, like you pack a kid's lunch in, and decorate them with holiday stickers and crayons. That was the gift bag. Then we made hot cocoa gift bags. I went to a party store and found these really cool clear plastic bags with red stars in them, and some green ribbon. We put cocoa powder in one of the clear bags, taped it off, put the bag with the cocoa in it inside another of the clear bags, put chocolate chips on top, and then mini marshmallows. We tied the bags off with the green ribbon, and put them in the gift bags they made, along with some really cute ceramic cups I had gotten at Target for 60-some cents. I wish I had bothered to take a picture. I think I'm going to get some more of those bags and make some more - I sure have enough cocoa, chocolate chips, and marshmallows left! I even have six cups left over! Those will be cute to hand out to all the aunts, uncles, and cousins at grandma's house on xmas eve.
OH - and since R. just had her new baby girl, I tie-dyed a onesie for her and gave it to her at class. She just LOVED it! I don't think she'd ever had a tie-dye made by a real hippy before, lol!
To anyone who may be reading this from the HSB staff - change it back, please!! I liked the old way so much better. To be completely honest, I'd love to see HSB set up much like Myspace. It's never been really user-friendly. And there is no quick link to your account from the HSB home page, or from other profiles. I find myself logging in over and over again just to get to my control panel. I don't really like that. Sorry. LOL!
Anyway, I'll stop complaining now. I'll post another blog later about my plans to teach the older kids next session at our co-op. I'll be doing a unit on WWII - People's History of the United States style.
After several times (three total, I think) of trying, I FINALLY got a copy of A Handbook For Reading from Paperback Swap. (the first time, it got lost in the mail. The second time, the member never responded to my request!) I refuse to buy directly from Abeka, but I don't mind using their materials if I can get them for nothing. They do have an excellent reading and phonics curriculum and I do want to blend some of their techniques with my curriculum. I've decided I'm going to just scan the pages onto my PC as .jpg files and print them out individually each day. I can edit out any scripture or dogmatic statements without destroying the book this way. And then once I'm done with it, I can sell it on Ebay. Smart me!
I showed Jake the book today, and he did seem really interested in letter sounds and word fragments. We read several pages of it before he lost interest. I'm not tripping because he lost interest, though - he is only 20 months old, after all. But, since he DOES already recognize letters, why not give him a little something else to get his mind working? The fact that he paid attention at ALL signifies something. Heck, the other night I was reading a Carl Sagan book aloud to him, and he paid attention to half the first chapter! (Jake has a delightful habit of picking up books and bringing them to us, saying, "Reed dis!" That particular night he brought me Carl Sagan's Demon Haunted World, happily chanting, "Reed dis!" At first I said, "I think Carl Sagan might be a little advanced for you yet, dude." But he INSISTED! He kept pushing it toward me, so I began to read. And he liked it!) Maybe my son will grow up to be an astrophysicist. You never know!
Why do public schools (and private ones, for that matter) have the children selling crap for them with their annual fundraisers? Why should the children have to do that? Not everyone is able to homeschool, and not everyone wants to, and that is fine. So our schools should have all the money they need! It's really sad, when you think about it. When the neighborhood kids come to your door and ask you to buy chocolate and wrapping paper, because the schools are so underfunded they must pimp the children.
A little while ago we were startled by loud knocking on our apartment door. It was one of the guys downstairs. He said to Scott, "Hey, man, your sh!t's on fire!" Of course I freaked and ran to the window; the first thing I looked at was my car, then the truck...no flames. Scott followed the guy downstairs and outside and he pointed to our window - it was STEAM from the DRYER vent that we have pointed out the kitchen window! Good grief, way to give a girl a heart attack! But at least they were looking out for us!
I really want to make my apartment "festive" for the holidays. It's "sort of" festive right now; I hung up some lights across the window - but only one strand of two is working. Darn. I bought those at Big Lots last year and never tried them until now. I'll try a backup strand I have and if not I'll go to Big Lots and buy more of the same. I don't have room for a Christmas tree but I think I can get away with a small wreath, and of course, our stockings! Ever since Scott and I got married, we've really only participated in my parents' holiday traditions and had none of our own. But now we have a kid, and I want him to have rich memories of Christmas with his own mom and dad, and not just at Grandma and Grandpa's house. So the time is now to come up with some festive customs!!
Bratz dolls are soooo tacky. Yeah, they're just a doll, and ultimately harmless, but tacky nonetheless. There are many reasons I'm grateful I bore a son rather than a daughter, but I would have to say that Bratz dolls are a big reason. I know they're popular with the kids. I know if I had a daughter, she'd probably want one. Fine. I wouldn't tell her she COULDN'T have one, but I'd say, "Are you sure that's REALLY what you want?" I think I'd have to go on to say, "First, let's talk about the meaning of the word 'brat'. What is a brat? Do you think it's a good thing that these dolls are called that? Now, let's talk about the way these dolls are dressed. Do you dress this way? What do you think about real ladies who dress this way? What are these dolls promoting? Materialism, most certainly. Do you believe that you really have to have the trendiest clothing and accessories, and perfect skin and makeup, to be a real person? Do these things alone make you a GOOD person?"
I'm just glad I won't have to have that conversation. I'm so happy that the toys marketed to boys are usually wholesome trains and trucks and cars, and best of all - LEGOS! Sure, there are the "violent" toys as well, along with video games (yuck!). Luckily, right now, he's too young for those kinds of things.
Some days, I can't wait for him to grow up. But a lot of days, I just want to cherish and nurture that innocence. Sometimes I wonder if that innocence doesn't last as long in little girls, because of the media and its fascist beauty standards, and repeated attempts to eroticize females. Sex sells, even if it's just a doll. Really, they ought to just call those Bratz dolls "Slutz."
Well, today was my first day volunteering in the 2-4 year olds' class. It was OK, I guess; it didn't really go as planned but it wasn't bad. We were supposed to do cookie decorating with the kids...and the cookies I made stuck together and they wouldn't come apart without breaking. I was so upset!! And I didn't find out until this morning that one of the kids had allergies; no big deal as his mom brought his own stuff, but I felt bad for the kid. I would have made a trip down to Greenwood and gotten dairy-free, egg-free, peanut-free cookies just for this kid. Plus the woman that I was working with planned about six different activities for two-to-four year olds that were supposed to fit into an hour, so I had just started cleaning up the mess that the kids made when I was needed in Jake's class. But Jake was a really good boy for Gretchen while I was in with the older kids. He played quietly with Joe for at least an hour and barely noticed I was gone. I peeked through the window and he was absorbed in play. That's good - he's starting to get over the separation anxiety. Good grief, I am tired. I can't even think straight. I'm gonna kick back and watch some CSI.
Almost everyone who knows me knows that I collect aluminum cans for a little extra cash to throw at Jake's college fund. It isn't a lot, but I'm out walking anyway, so why not pick up the free money that litters the street, and help the environment at the same time?
After a while, I started calling my can-collecting project "Beer Cans For Education", which of course is a parody of General Mills' program "Box Tops For Education." (More on THAT later in this entry) My little project is going nicely. I found a much better scrap yard than the one that I had been going to. This scrap yard on Keystone called SARCO is the best! I couldn't believe it - to heck with Capitol City Metals from now on! *They pay 11¢ more a pound at SARCO *If I had gone tomorrow (I'll know next time!), on Wednesdays they pay 2¢ more per pound! *They don't deduct anything for "moisture content" like Capitol City Metals does (so you're actually getting slightly MORE than 11¢ per pound at SARCO) *They are POLITE and FRIENDLY! They addressed me as "Ma'am" and later by my first name after I had given them my ID (new city ordinance that you have to show ID to sell scrap - cuts down on theft). *They are KID-FRIENDLY! At Capitol City Metals, you have to leave anyone under 18 in the car while they're weighing you out (the car never left my sight, before any mommies who read this think I abandoned my kid in the car, lol) At SARCO, I can take Jake out of the car seat, because he cries if I'm not in the car with him. I took him up to the counter (THEY HAVE A COUNTER!) as I was being weighed out. The forklift drivers even waved to him and made goofy faces at him. It was great! *The yard is much cleaner (it's a scrap yard; there is still mud, but not like the get-your-car-stuck mud pit at Capitol City Metals) *The lady in the office when I was getting paid offered a lollipop to Jake (I politely declined; he's still much too young!)
SARCO is my new scrap yard. Now I know why everybody goes there...come to think of it, I don't know why anybody would go to Capitol City Metals (I suppose unless you're one of the homeless stew bums that lives near there under the I-65 overpass...lol!)
OH - and as promised, more on Box Tops For Education....apparently, the woman whose duties as coordinator that I took over, still thinks she's the coordinator...and I confirmed with L. and G. that that was what they had said two meetings ago, that I was a coordinator for Box Tops For Education. She refuses to give me the login information for the website and we missed the deadline because she didn't tell me anything, so we have to wait until April to receive our check. I don't know what I'm going to do about this, I hate being stuck in the middle of drama like this, and it is true that S. wants ME to do all the work while she just has her name as coordinator so that she can receive the check. I was warned that she has control issues. ACK. SPEAKING OF BOX TOPS FOR EDUCATION: ANOTHER RANT!!! Shame on you people who sell Box Tops For Education on Ebay! How dare you capitalize on the fact that our public schools are underfunded and desperately need money? That's half the reason we want to homeschool - because public education as a whole has declined so much in the last 50 years it is incredible. I remember my grandfather being SHOCKED when I was a kid that I was not being taught current events. And it hasn't gotten any better. They continue to make budget cuts at public schools to the point where teachers are forced to buy chalk out of their own pockets (and their pay goes down! So teachers are less motivated to do a good job teaching kids!) It is a vicious cycle. And I think you people who sell BTFE on EBAY are just wrong. I'm actually hesitant to post this here because I'm afraid someone I know who may or may not be reading this, whose initials are the same as Mark Twain's, might be tempted to try it. To the parents that are buying those off ebay for your school, please consider donating that amount to your school instead of bidding on these auctions. To the people that are selling them: if you won't use them, try handing them to a kid at a bus stop. They'll know what to do with them.
Excellent article that backs up my decision to homeschool
http://www.thememoryhole.org/edu/school-mission.htm It's
no secret that the US educational system doesn't do a very good job. Like
clockwork, studies show that America's schoolkids lag behind their peers
in pretty much every industrialized nation. We hear shocking statistics
about the percentage of high-school seniors who can't find the US on an
unmarked map of the world or who don't know who Abraham Lincoln was.
Fingers
are pointed at various aspects of the schooling system—overcrowded
classrooms, lack of funding, teachers who can't pass competency exams
in their fields, etc. But these are just secondary problems. Even if they
were cleared up, schools would still suck. Why? Because they were designed
to.
How
can I make such a bold statement? How do I know why America's public school
system was designed the way it was (age-segregated, six to eight 50-minute
classes in a row announced by Pavlovian bells, emphasis on rote memorization,
lorded over by unquestionable authority figures, etc.)? Because the men
who designed, funded, and implemented America's formal educational system
in the late 1800s and early 1900s wrote about what they were doing.
Almost
all of these books, articles, and reports are out of print and hard to
obtain. Luckily for us, John Taylor Gatto tracked them down. Gatto was
voted the New York City Teacher of the Year three times and the New York
State Teacher of the Year in 1991. But he became disillusioned with schools—the
way they enforce conformity, the way they kill the natural creativity,
inquisitiveness, and love of learning that every little child has at the
beginning. So he began to dig into terra incognita, the roots of America's
educational system.
In
1888, the Senate Committee on Education was getting jittery about the
localized, non-standardized, non-mandatory form of education that was
actually teaching children to read at advanced levels, to comprehend history,
and, egads, to think for themselves. The committee's report stated, "We
believe that education is one of the principal causes of discontent of
late years manifesting itself among the laboring classes."
By
the turn of the century, America's new educrats were pushing a new form
of schooling with a new mission (and it wasn't to teach). The famous philosopher
and educator John Dewey wrote in 1897:
Every
teacher should realize he is a social servant set apart for the maintenance
of the proper social order and the securing of the right social growth.
In
his 1905 dissertation for Columbia Teachers College, Elwood Cubberly—the
future Dean of Education at Stanford—wrote that schools should be
factories "in which raw products, children, are to be shaped and
formed into finished products...manufactured like nails, and the specifications
for manufacturing will come from government and industry."
The
next year, the Rockefeller Education Board—which funded the creation
of numerous public schools—issued a statement which read in part:
In
our dreams...people yield themselves with perfect docility to our molding
hands. The present educational conventions [intellectual and character
education] fade from our minds, and unhampered by tradition we work
our own good will upon a grateful and responsive folk. We shall not
try to make these people or any of their children into philosophers
or men of learning or men of science. We have not to raise up from among
them authors, educators, poets or men of letters. We shall not search
for embryo great artists, painters, musicians, nor lawyers, doctors,
preachers, politicians, statesmen, of whom we have ample supply. The
task we set before ourselves is very simple...we will organize children...and
teach them to do in a perfect way the things their fathers and mothers
are doing in an imperfect way.
At
the same time, William Torrey Harris, US Commissioner of Education from
1889 to 1906, wrote:
Ninety-nine
[students] out of a hundred are automata, careful to walk in prescribed
paths, careful to follow the prescribed custom. This is not an accident
but the result of substantial education, which, scientifically defined,
is the subsumption of the individual.
In
that same book, The Philosophy of Education, Harris also revealed:
The
great purpose of school can be realized better in dark, airless, ugly
places.... It is to master the physical self, to transcend the beauty
of nature. School should develop the power to withdraw from the external
world.
Several
years later, President Woodrow Wilson would echo these sentiments in a
speech to businessmen:
We
want one class to have a liberal education. We want another class, a
very much larger class of necessity, to forego the privilege of a liberal
education and fit themselves to perform specific difficult manual tasks.
Writes
Gatto: "Another major architect of standardized testing, H.H. Goddard,
said in his book Human Efficiency (1920) that government schooling
was about 'the perfect organization of the hive.'"
While
President of Harvard from 1933 to 1953, James Bryant Conant wrote that
the change to a forced, rigid, potential-destroying educational system
had been demanded by "certain industrialists and the innovative who
were altering the nature of the industrial process."
In
other words, the captains of industry and government explicitly
wanted an educational system that would maintain social order by teaching
us just enough to get by but not enough so that we could think for ourselves,
question the sociopolitical order, or communicate articulately. We were
to become good worker-drones, with a razor-thin slice of the population—mainly
the children of the captains of industry and government—to rise to
the level where they could continue running things.
This
was the openly admitted blueprint for the public schooling system, a blueprint
which remains unchanged to this day.
Although
the true reasons behind it aren't often publicly expressed, they're apparently
still known within education circles. Clinical psychologist Bruce E. Levine
wrote in 2001:
I
once consulted with a teacher of an extremely bright eight-year-old
boy labeled with oppositional defiant disorder. I suggested that perhaps
the boy didn't have a disease, but was just bored. His teacher, a pleasant
woman, agreed with me. However, she added, "They told us at the
state conference that our job is to get them ready for the work world…that
the children have to get used to not being stimulated all the time or
they will lose their jobs in the real world."
Today's lesson: make sure you know what you're doing before you implode a building
I came across this crazy clip on YouTube. They were attempting to demolish a building in South Dakota by implosion. Well, it didn't work. I don't know if I'm weird for finding this clip screamingly funny, but I am posting it everywhere! And who knows: maybe a kid who sees this post will be inspired to take on a career in blasting. :) Just don't take lessons from this guy.
It was a pretty good day at co-op. Jake's little buddy Tommy was sick, so he wasn't there, but he played with Joshua all morning. The two of them were really good, and the adults got a chance to chat. This morning we had a ratio of three adults to two kids in Jake's age group! It was absolutely hilarious this morning: Rosie was talking about a relative of hers who is gay, and as soon as she said the word "gay", Jake repeated her and yelled "GAY!" Of course, we all just broke up laughing.
There's also been some drama at co-op as we are in danger of losing the church building we meet in. Apparently a member of the church overheard some of the older kids doing a skit they had written. The skit was of one cereal box talking to another, and the cereal box said, "Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's cereal box prize" or something to that effect. She got offended by it (why, I don't know - I've heard plenty of Christians parody scripture) and told the pastor of the church that our group is anti-Christian (which is ridiculous, because 2/3 of the group is Christian, but because we are inclusive to everyone, that means we're anti-Christian - and doubly funny was that one of the girls who wrote the skit was Catholic) and the member of our group who goes to that church left the group because it was one of her buddies who overheard the skit and now we have no liason. ANYWAY, there was a big conference with Lynette and the church pastor, and he started grilling her with all kinds of questions, and she wrote him a big long letter which has been thus far ignored. It's probably time we check into a UU church - they are also inclusive and welcome people of all faiths. I may start attending one just to build rapport to possibly secure us a spot for future use. I'd take Jake along - he'd love to play in the nursery with the other kids. Plus I've said for a long time that I need something like "Atheist Church" to go to - and the Unitarian church would probably be closest to that. Even though it's not strictly atheist; again, people of all faiths or lack thereof are welcome. To me, it's a good way to build community and respect for each other's beliefs. Since in reality, I'm a secular humanist.
-*-*-*-* ....and to the person whose name begins with M and rhymes with brandy, I dare you to post something else on my blog about how I'm sheltering my child from society by taking him to play with other babies, and then talk about how closed-minded I am when it's YOU who's passing judgement, and not the other way around. You claim you are trying to forget I exist, but I bet you'll be reading this by tomorrow. Oh, the dichotomy!
We've all been lied to about Columbus. Before Columbus
sailed the Atlantic, he was a slave trader for the Portuguese,
transporting West African people to Portugal to be sold as slaves.
Columbus initiated the first Trans-Atlantic slave trade. Columbus, his
brother, and his son all continued slave trading of indigenous peoples
from the Americas to Europe and from Africa to the Caribbean. Under his
administration as viceroy and governor of the Caribbean Islands, 8
million people were killed, making his "contribution" to history the
first mass genocide of indigenous peoples. The Columbus legacy is
steeped in blood, violence, and death. Public holidays celebrating
Columbus not only teach children to honor a cruel and brutal man, they
encourage people in this society to ignore, look away, and even support
racist practices embedded in today's economic, political and judicial
systems.
Read more at this link:
http://www.transformcolumbusday.org/faqtcd.html
Please join me in boycotting the celebration of this terrible man. Let's celebrate it as Native American Day instead.
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I believe in homeschooling from birth on. From the day my son was born, I've done everything I can to teach him about how the world works. Life is school. Learning is life.