The definition of Insanity is doing the same thing over and over
and expecting a different result.
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So while all the new families are welcomed to the school, I continue to pursue my own private insanity. And the question you may be asking is why are you doing this to yourself?
The answer, while not simple, is easy for me. I refuse to put my children into the care of people who do not understand them, who have rigid rules (such as lining up with their hands behind their backs, or not being allowed to talk to each other during their 20 minute lunch) and who have little patience for the kids that just don't fit in their "box." They expect small children to sit for long periods of time, quietly listening, reading or writing in their journals. Their box has straight edges and each child must fit in neatly or they become a problem.
There is nothing neat about my children, nothing "straight" about them. They are not quiet and complacent. They do not accept everything an elder tells them, and in fact, will tell an elder a thing or two. They often do not accept NO as an answer without a highly dramatic response. My kids are messy.
At 5 1/2 my eldest began Kindergarten a month late in our local LAUSD school. We had just relocated to Cali after 12 years in Seattle. It was, shall we say, quite an adjustment going from a white-bread to a melting pot community. "T" didn't know that the little boy on the playground was speaking Spanish; that he did not know how to speak English. But the classroom was nice, the kids sweet and the teacher, a buxom blond with bright blue eyes, seemed like a good fit. That is, until I was able to volunteer in the class.
I witnessed the teacher yelling at the kids across the room. She also had moments where she made fun of them. She was a drill sargent with a stick (literally!) running them through their reading lessons. One day, when reading a story to the kids about weather, I sat at the back of the rainbow rug and listened. The pretty picture book explained how water evaporated into the sky and came down in the form of rain or snow. When my little guy raised his hand and said "Did you know, that the water we drink today is actually dinosaur spit?" She rolled her eyes, took a deep breath and told my 5-year-old that he had better "check his facts" and moved on. That was heartbreaking for me - the lady who was doing science experiments with him months before and read that little factoid to him. (pardon my angry sarcasm here, but how DARE he make such a connection and interrupt her curriculum??)
My little son, a boy who has loved books, puzzles, and logging onto NickJr.com at age 3, was not happy. Soon, he was pressing his pencils into his shirts and cutting them with sissors. He refused to do coloring and would scribble black crayon across the sheet. He became the Rebel. It wasn't long before I had a conference where I was told he was very bright, but that he would "be a hoodlum one day" if I didn't do something now. Later, I was told that I needed the 'Super Nanny.' (No, I'm not kidding!!)
So for the 1st grade, we tried the local Math/Science & Technology Magnet. Fail. He was so bored, he "compulsively" drew on his desk (which I discovered was the entire town of Spongebob's Bikini Bottom) and the teacher was convinced he had ADHD. Sigh. By February of that year, I had him at Neurologists offices, trying to figure out what the heck was wrong with him. He became angry and, now I realized, depressed. He was basically anti-social, kicking rocks on the playground, going to the nurse every morning, and he had no friends at all. It was the saddest thing I ever saw.
And I asked the school to test him: Oh! Congratulations! Your child is "Highly Gifted!" (What does THAT mean exactly?)
School #3, a brand new hybrid homeschool/2-day-a-week Charter. Fail. My genius IQ child was bored, didn't fit in, and developed a case of anxiety that had him puking his guts out into a trashcan in the office by the time the winter holiday rolled around.
We are done with school. Our last straw was the Gifted Magnet's Principal telling me that he would not fit in, that the children who attend this school are "Academic Achievers" and enjoy the stress of a rigorous curriculum. There is not a lot of accomodation for children with "issues" and they have one boy similar to my T, and he is a handful. Translation: There is only one other child in the 3rd grade that is actually "gifted" in the way that my child is. Grrreat.
So today we have painted, camped out in the closet with our stuffed animals, flashlights and snacks, we created an air-conditioned shirt by placing a wet t-shirt into the freezer, and we started a mold experiment with a slice of bread placed in a baggie in a warm location. (None of these were my idea, by the way). And it is only the noon hour on a Summer day. "School" will not start for us until at least September 15th, but I'm pretty sure there is some amazing learning going on any way.
