“Yet for every story of warped lives which fifty years later the critics of progressive schools might present, the Recording Angel might, no doubt, offer a hundred, telling of boys and girls thwarted and starved by traditional processes which made learning a repulsive and meaningless discipline to be suffered like measles, bad weather, or ill-tempered parents.” ~Hermann Hagedorn
After my Mom taught me to read, I was pretty much self-taught; an autodidact. The classroom should have expanded my horizons, but instead it walled me in. I loathed every minute of it.
I can honestly say I learned nothing of value in a traditional classroom. It was all just a tremendous waste of time. Remembering those times makes me anxious and unhappy.
I have no warm, nostalgic memories of my school days, save one: I met my future wife there, in the seventh grade.
That’s kind of cool.
So school did finally have a happy purpose 🙂
For me, I hardly remember high school—except for meeting my future soulmate and husband in 7th grade. But in college, I fel so much freer. I would go into each semester just thinking of whom I might meet or if there was just one thing to take away from each class.
welllllll..that is * something* 🙂