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Seeing him work so hard on this production definitely helped ease my fears about whether or not he will grow up to be a contributing member of society. So, let it roll and enjoy the epic soundtrack!) I’ll include an embedded version below for lazier peopleĪlso, a hint for any YouTube creator you want to reward: their algorithm heavily recommends and promotes videos which people watch for longer.
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(click that link to get to get the full experience on YouTube itself and see the description, show notes and comments. The first thing that little MM did upon retiring from formal schooling, is to create this entire 48 minute mini-documentary about the system he just left: Public school for all is a great thing and a great idea.īut like everything in life, we can only improve by first acknowledging that we currently suck. But it’s a frustration born of love and a desire to help out, rather than just a complainypants attitude and a desire to criticize.
Like me, he feels frustration with many of our institutions. So of course he has noticed that the existing school system is not as efficient as his custom-crafted alternative. So he has already gone beyond college level in the standard fields that they cover in school. This is an advantage that is still not available to most people today, let alone to what people of my generation had to work with in 1989. And my son happens to be sitting in an unusual but still promising (I hope) little corner of it.īecause of the Internet, and to be honest a damned large dose of privilege due to having two educated parents always available because we were retired before he was even born, he has been able to feed his thirst for knowledge with incredible efficiency. The world of 2021 is a very different place from my equivalent perch in 1991. So I remind myself of the positive side of this situation: How will my son grow up as a well-adjusted adult without the 2020s equivalent of such experiences?īut when I obsess over these thoughts, I know I am falling into the oldest of parenting traps: assuming I know what’s best for my child, and that his own desires and thoughts are not valid, even though he’s on the verge of adulthood himself. Doing reverse snow donuts in my mom’s 1988 Dodge Caravan filled with eight friends and then getting out to dance crazily in the headlights to the Wayne’s World soundtrack blasting from the giant stereo system I had built into the minivan with my own 16-year-old hands. Beginner romances and heartbreaks, brushes with the law, late nights around the campfire, terrible minimum wage jobs at gas stations and convenience stores that I thought were amazing, all bathed in a swirling Marijuana-tinged soundtrack of Red Hot Chili Peppers, Pearl Jam, Soundgarten and Primus and Tool.
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But isn’t enduring crappy and antiquated systems a critical part of getting ready to live in a modern society where things don’t always go your way? After all, the only way to renew a drivers license or a passport (or a medical license for that matter) is to dive head first into the ridiculousness and grin and bear it for the sake of the end goal.Īnd of course there were plenty of good parts: I had so many amazing experiences and friendships and adventures through high school and university.
Sure, the education itself was slow and crappy – I was always craving more advanced material and more creative learning formats which just weren’t there in my small town high school. And when I look back on my own childhood, it feels like school was a fountain of formative experiences. I’ll start with the worries and the negative stuff, because as a parent I of course want the best for my child.
And needless to say, I have mixed feelings about this. Yes, he is technically “home schooling” and will still end up with a high school diploma of sorts, but in reality he is pretty much winging it. Halfway through ninth grade, emboldened perhaps by the taste of freedom that Covid-era remote learning had provided, he realized that the whole system was just too slow and inefficient for him, and was “Getting in the way of his work.” So as it looks now, he’ll probably never return to any sort of in-person schooling, and I will be surprised if he ever attends college. So it looks like my 15-year-old is officially a high-school dropout. Little MM and me self-educating with some Orson Scott Card, way back in 2017.