Raising Future Adults

Some video about rich kids get more per pupil educational expenditures and THAT'S why blah blah. Yeah, no, fool. In a high school gifted enrichment class called G.L.O.R.Y (Greater Learning Opportunities for Resourceful Youth), I studied Latin and Greek root words of English words as preparation for the college entrance exam.  I'm good at taking tests, in part because I was taught how to test well. That class had something like ten people in it from all four grades, 9th through 12th, and I was something like one of four 10th graders, I think. I ended up STAR student, which means I had the highest SAT score (plus top 10 percent grade point average) of my graduating class. One of the other three was one of the two students "above" me, making me the #3 student of my graduating class. I was taught tricks for how to do well on that test to optimize my chances of getting a good score, qualifying for any college that interested me and having the opportunity to try to reach ...

An early incident where I vividly recall eyerolling and face palming  occurred when my oldest turned two years old in Germany. He was born in Texas and it was June and not all that hot by our standards. Completely coincidentally, I bought him new shoes right before receiving a package from my mother. His brand new shows were a combo of primary colors: Blue, yellow and red. In the package, my mother included a hand-me-down coat in good condition in the exact same colors . OH. MY. GOD. THEY MATCH. So he's psyched and wants to wear them TOGETHER!!!!!!! Matchy-matchy!!! In summer . So I roll my eyes and tell him he's allowed to wear the winter coat IF he doesn't zip it all the way up AND leaves the hood off. I explain to him "You lose half  your heat through your head, so if you leave the hood off, you should be fine." SCIENCE EXPERIMENT TIME!!!!! He puts the hood on and off a zillion times to check if that's true while trying to look up to see it. So now I'm...

There's a movie called At First Sight  based on or inspired by real world events. A blind man who lost his sight in early childhood gets his eyesight surgically restored as an adult and it doesn't go like people imagined. At one point, he walks into a glass wall and breaks it because he's never learned how to see. Physically functional eyes aren't sufficient. There's more to it than that. Sight involves two functional eyes and substantial training of the brain over years to figure out how to interpret the imagery being fed to the brain. We have stereoscopic vision where we have two eyes next to each other on the front of our face and that's a predator arrangement.  We triangulate what we see. One eye sees it from this angle, one eye sees it from that angle and it tells us important information about how far away it is but limits our field of vision.  And that triangulation happens in the brain, not the eyes. So there's a substantial mental piece to seeing an...

I'm not super familiar with the actual usage of this term. There is a short Wikipedia entry explaining that it's an educational approach that is being compared to the concept of forcing vegetables to mature quickly.  We place a high value on achievement for bright kids. We frequently do so at the expense of their welfare. Placing younger kids in with older ones frequently gets them picked on and may get them sexually assaulted. This isn't really an approach that fosters a healthy, thriving society. Real education teaches people to think for themselves and function as a citizen. Training teaches you how to work , not how to think, and in the information economy, we increasingly treat college like job training and this is a problem.  I declined my National Merit Scholarship.  I allowed my son to decline college at age thirteen though he had been accepted.  I think we do this garbage because of heternormative culture and the red queen effect it fosters where everyone n...

When I pulled my sons from school, they both tested above grade level in some subjects and below grade level in others. They were both below grade level in writing and phonics. I bought a phonics program which they didn't like. I told them they had to do it anyway.  When they tested at grade level for phonics, I had them ceremoniously box it all up and I mailed it to a younger cousin. They hadn't "finished" the program but had met their goal. I wanted them to have closure. With homeschooling, you sometimes have to intentionally create that. With public school, you get to the end of the school year and if you didn't flunk but didn't learn everything, welp, you're done with it and know it. They were thrilled to box it up one last time knowing I was getting rid of it and they would never see it again. I bought grade level educational programs and these typically had a progress section. I would print it off and stick it in their portfolio. They each had their ...

I don't sew. My mother sewed beautifully and I've already talked a little about her sewing matching shorts to go under all my dresses so I could be a prim, proper girly girl who wore dresses and didn't show my panties while being allowed to do cartwheels and climb the monkey bars at school.  Some of the drawings in my comic November West include a little girl in purple and white striped pants. That's based on an actual pair of pants my mother sewed me as a little girl. They were my favorite pair of pants and as I got taller, they began looking like high waters but still otherwise fit me. So my mother added a few inches of the same cloth but had the stripes go horizontal instead of vertical so it looked intentionally decorative rather than like a patch job. That was an extremely memorable experience for me and really made the lesson stick that during a certain period, children tend to get taller without getting bigger around in girth. I also moved the buttons on a cute...

When my oldest was two years old and I was pregnant, a friend with three kids under age five informed me she was taking my kid home so I could sleep. She didn't ASK. She TOLD me he was going home with her. I was EXHAUSTED. I didn't argue it. I slept until noon and got about twelve hours of sleep that night. The whole rest of my pregnancy was easier because of it. I was short of sleep the first 7 years of his life and I didn't have a paid job. I was a full-time mom.  When my sister came to visit me and her child was an infant, the last night there her baby was not going to sleep. I'm good at getting kids to sleep and also had experience with a baby with respiratory issues. I soon realized breathing issues were keeping her awake. I told my sister "She can't sleep because she can't breathe. You're flying back tomorrow. We could spend your last night in Urgent Care or I could feed her cola so the caffeine opens up her lungs." She opted for the caffein...