I recently went back to one of my favorite places; the classroom. I’ve had the good fortune to teach children between the ages of two and twelve during my career. This time, my “students” are four years old. The way they play, interact, create, and think is marvelous and magical.
Spending my mornings with them reminded me of this essay which flashed across my Facebook feed some time ago.
If grown up expectations took a back seat and these young people were given a chance to slow down and enjoy the basics, I think we would all be better off in the long run.
A few weeks ago, while reading the comments on a story about our broken educational system, I came upon a response that basically said, well, all that parents care about are cupcakes and that’s the real problem. I suppose what was to be interpreted from that line is that parents aren’t really interested in the educating of their children because they are too interested in no longer being able to serve cupcakes at school parties, or ever actually. After all, cupcakes have nothing to do with a good education. Or do they?
My own history of my own education is a much different history than my children are creating. Growing up in the ’70’s and ’80’s my education was much more rounded. Not only could we freely have cupcakes, once a week our treat was a bottle of grape pop. We had recess and gym every single day. Not a…
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