Have you ever met
any of those unschoolers who, as soon as they get an opportunity,
will launch into a diatribe about their kids' misfortunes at school,
or the wrong-headed and morally repugnant beginnings of our current
system? They don't just look for opportunities – they even create
them. They have stories about pain and terror; a hurt and twisted
look in their eyes as if they know you'll bite at any moment. And
they have so. many. facts! They have read all the
research and they know they are right! And they have solutions
that sometimes sound more like black bloc tactics or tear-gas
shooting than anything really useful or accessible at all. They're
really just angry. Angry unschoolers.
Some of us avoid
them because they give unschoolers a bad name. But many of us are
them. I am.
We began unschooling
because I could see that my eldest child would be as unserved by the
school system as I was: He's creative, shy, extremely sensitive and
his moral convictions are strong. Also like me, he abhors taking
direction. He didn't learn to read until I stopped trying to
encourage him, and then he just quickly taught himself. Moreover, he
actually rejected books for many months in an effort to thwart my
reading encouragement. I saw in him the same drive to be
self-sufficient that I have, and didn't want to send him into the
system that had failed me so badly.
And it did fail me.
For all the wonderful things that happened for me in school, for the
various teachers who worked tirelessly with me and on my behalf, and
for those who even genuinely loved me, nobody was able to allow me to
teach myself. Nobody was able to make me safe on the school ground,
or even in the classroom while under supervision. Nobody was able to
teach me that I had an intrinsic value unrelated to grades and
competition. I never felt like I mattered, until grade eleven, when
out of sheer angry rebellion I decided to write and paint and science
however I wanted. I did it with abandon… and was rewarded for it in
grades and scholarships. I graduated indignant and angry and without
respect for the institution that had raised me. And when I became a
parent I still carried that anger.
No way in hell was I
going to enroll my beloved son in a school – the exact same school,
no less – that had left me so broken. Nor would I let his passions
be crushed by well-meaning people who thought they knew better than
he did what he needed from life. I tried out an alternative
homeschooling support program for a year, and then cut straight to
free-range unschooling. Ironically, I was so angry about my own
childhood that some of that anger haunted my parenting. I didn't want
my son telling me what to do anymore than I wanted my teachers
telling me what to do, and I attempted many times to coral or
redirect his activities. I also fell victim to the common crime of
competitive parenting, and pushed him to do things he didn't want to
do out of fear that he may not measure up to his peers. Like reading.
He pushed back harder, and every single time I pushed, I failed, and
he was bombarded by my anger. I made him feel like he failed. And
every time I backed off, he excelled – at his own passions.
It took me many
years to feel like I was parenting from a place of inspiration
instead of fear and anger, and I'm still not where I'd like to be. I
know that the struggle to overcome my childhood anger will take the
rest of my life, and I am not writing this now from a place of
righteous conclusion. I'm writing from a place of desperate
searching. Because I see how harmful the anger is, and I want to
overcome it.
The trouble is, it's
hard to overcome something when it's still serving a purpose.
Revolutions are often kickstarted by anger. An angry population
finally gets pushed so far that it pushes back. And that's what's
been happening with unschooling. Enough of us have been failed badly
enough by the school system that we've rejected it in anger – and
while out here in the wilderness blindly feeling our way around,
thrashing out at our fears and constantly seeking new pathways around
the ever-appearing obstacles – we are finding something beautiful.
It happens in those
little moments when we're tromping through the woods and see the many
years of our children's faces all in one brief smile and we're
grateful to have those shared memories. It happens when we
accidentally lose a day playing Minecraft with our kids and then
discover we gained more than we lost. It happens when we see our kids
confront the things we are deathly afraid of with bravery, wisdom,
and integrity. It happens when we discover they are actually not even
afraid. It happens when we realize that our anger led us to this
place of great freedom and discovery, and now we can leave the anger
behind.
Unschooling is such
a fighting word. I tried to use 'life-learning' for a while but it
didn't work out. People know what unschooling means, and I think
that's because it's still too new of a movement to move beyond its
angry roots. The majority of children are still stuck in the school
system, not knowing there are other opportunities. So, as more and
more people use fear or anger to hurtle themselves out onto this new
way of raising kids, the anger is still serving us. But things are
changing. Our own province is implementing a new curriculum that
values broad ideas and personal development over specific fact-based
learning. Other countries and districts are opening up in other ways,
with mixed-age groupings, mixed-subjects and even no subjects, with
online and cross-enrolled courses, outdoor learning, and with various
forms of self-direction. I have seen various projects conceived by
myself or other unschoolers and non-coercive educators be implemented
in mainstream school programs. So unschooling philosophy and
experience is already influencing mainstream education. It may not be
that the recent growth in unschooling leads to a majority of kids
being unschooled, but rather that it feeds everything we learn back
into a better system.
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| Sometimes I feel like a lighthouse out here. The whole reason we're here is because there was something to fear - something to warn others about and to shine light on a safer option. There is still all kinds of danger crashing around us like angry waves, but we just stick it out. And as a bonus we get to be right out here in all the storms, right out here in all the sunrises and rainbows and just feeling and living and loving all of it. |
I don't mind the loneliness that comes with being a maverick. I love being out here on the edge, watching my kids benefit from all the wonder and excitement of trailblazing. This feeling of joy is what allows me to leave the anger behind, so I'm just going to keep on feeling it. Anger certainly serves a purpose as an instigator of ingenuity, but it's time for those of us who have already made the leap to be fueled by joy and inspiration, instead.
Solidarity to those
of you just stepping into this world. And to the rest of us: Party
on!
