I can understand a ‘civilian’s’ reaction to the concept of unschooling because I didn’t embrace it when we set off on what would be our homeschooling adventure. (a tip of the hat to HSWatch for the link)
Salem’s Lots blog, 11 October 2006, I was born way too late, or, Unschooling, no fooling…
This new trend is to let the KIDS decide what they want to learn. As if the little bastards aren’t narcissistic enough..
Like John H. at Salem’s Lots, unschooling looked irresponsible, and, for me, the initial homeschooling-flavor-of-choice was a ‘school in a box.’ That changed by the next year because ‘school in a box’ didn’t work for us.
After that first ‘if we could divorce each other we would’ year, our style settled down to what I called ‘sorta schooling’ which consisted of me reading to the kids what I thought they ought to know: history-from-the-beginning with appropriate stops for literature and science. After my voice failed for the day, we’d go off on our own. Mom croaking = school’s out, sauerkraut. I read to the kids because, 1) I like reading aloud, 2) reading aloud is a family tradition, 3) I hate nagging people to ‘do stuff,’ and 4) I’m a tightwad and my voice cost less than four copies of each book.
Sometimes we’d go off together if, say, it was a nice day. Then we ‘did P.E.,’ which was code for long walks out to the lake and nature preserve formerly known as a gravel pit. We also enjoyed bike rides through the woods and out to a bridge where we’d desultorily play Pooh Sticks. We also laughed a lot, such as the time my (famously loud) sneeze echoed back to us in the woods.
John H. finishes up with:
Actually, I’m glad my parents ‘schooled’ me. I’m the proud owner of a B.A. in Political Science..a degree I have not used in any form or fashion in my entire adult life.
Yeah, my kids got degrees, too, and they’re all using their degrees in one form or another. (in the interest of full-disclosure, I have naught but 98.6 degrees augmented by a large at-home library) But, as one sometimes finds out through homeschooling, it isn’t the degree that’s most important, it’s the life. Ours was grand and we’re still having fun more of the time than when we’re not having fun.
Good luck and happy lives to you and your commenters, John.