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Monday, 5 March 2012
'Home Schooling' has always been associated with cranks, muesli knitters, and backwoodsmen, but I'm now wondering if traditional schooling isn't a rather antiquated concept; other than for the academically exceptional. I suspect that most parents view 'school' as a free crèche for their unruly brats; at least until the age of 16 to 18 (or whenever they serve their first prison sentence).
How long does it really take for a parent of average intelligence to teach his or her 8 to 10 year old to read and write. With concentrated 'one to one' attention; a few weeks maybe? Basic maths could also be taught within a reasonably short period. As for history, geography, and much science, this could be picked-up through general conversation.
So what are our children actually achieving with all their 10 YEARS, or more, of schooling? Most of their time is spent playing, eating, and fooling around; all of which are essential, but could be done satisfactorily at home. Learning their 3 R's certainly is not their major school-time activity.
Many parents would, of course, be incapable of teaching their offspring anything other than how to turn on the TV, walk to the Scottish restaurant, and claim benefits; but those with the time, determination, and an IQ over about 12½, would make perfectly good teachers; no better or worse than most professionals.
On reflection I would have enjoyed properly teaching my own children. Instead, for financial reasons, I taught those of others. However, when I did sit them down to learn (like any other parent) I was able to delve far more deeply into each subject than any teacher possibly could. For example, when I taught them to read and write, I also taught them to read upside-down and backwards. I taught them to look at the written letter and word in a way that others (apart from geeky art students) would not normally do.
You'd be surprised by how quickly they learned;... leaving plenty of free time in which to clean chimneys, sew cheap T shirts, or hand tie the knots on expensive carpets.
We went with friends to the Scallop festival in Whitianga; a charming
seaside town in the Coromandal District.
Had a great time...5000 people, lots of wine...
3 years ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 44 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), a Border Collie cross called Bok, a cat called Freddie, plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!