Quote From: roundandroundI am a 16 year old fairly new radical unschooler. I attended a private school through 8th grade, moved onto a public school at 9th grade, and quit school at 14 going on 15. My parents knew nothing about unschooling before I began talking all about what I had found walking through my local library. A
t 14 and in my freshman year of highschool, I was incredibly...indifferent. I wasn't bullied, made fun-of, a poor student--teachers liked me and I got along with everybody. My body was going through the motions of waking up each morning, quickly finishing up last minute homework on the car ride to school, and rising and sitting at the sound of a loud bell. I was told where to go, when to go, and what to think when I got there. Oh, not bluntly, of course. I was given some choices. "A or B?, True or False?" I put in just enough effort to earn B's and A's, but there seemed little point to actually work hard. Why? For a gold sticker? Extra credit? WHY? I was told, "If you do well on this test, you will be able to earn a spot in that AP course, and if you earn that spot in that AP course, you will get into a good college." Then what? School was a game that fit squarly in a cardboard box. I couldn't wait until I could push it behind the wooden chess board and actually take control! I was told I was being "prepared" for life. And that didn't do it for me.
I was lucky enough to have parents who were willing to give unschooling a try. And let me tell you, trying to explain what it feels like to begin unschooling is like trying to describe an out of body experience. It was as if suddenly the entire world was fresh--utterly diving and wonderful and glorious. The sun was shining and I was OUT! Biking, jamming, feeling, feeling...I had missed feeling. And suddenly there were endless possibilies. And WONDER. Wonder. I had also forgotten what it was like to be curious--to wonder about things and ponder questions of humanity and creation and the stars. What makes what and who makes who? And a bell never rang telling me to "stop." I can't stop. I don't want to stop thinking about what lives under this rock, thank you very much :)
I started a theater company and now other parents look at me in awe and say, "But my child could never do that! S/he is not as motivated as YOU." I want to scream, but I wasn't! I wasn't engaged, I wasn't excited, I wasn't motivated. This theater company MEANS a lot to me, so I work hard. And looking back...I've learned how to write press releases, analyze theatrical texts, write budgets, business e-mails, design postcards, use photoshop...the list goes on and on. And through just that company I've "socialized"/engaged on a deep level with people of all different ages and walks of life.
I have learned since school what it really means to be "true to oneself" and to be honest. THIS is me. I fit into no mold, no little box, under no label. My parents don't know everything, in fact, being the sort of stubborn teenager I am, sometimes I think I know more than my parents! I learn from homeless women at the train station, my boss, my actors, my grandparents, the six year old next door--I discuss relativity over a bon fire, discuss World War II over hot chocolate and cookies, learn about South America by traveling there--hiking through cloud forests in Panama, tasting the traditional foods of Peru, and wondering through villages of Belize.
I am living.
Living. And that is what unschooling means to me.
P.S. I kindly ask that you do not use any typos to prove my "lack of institutionalized education"--I have a play going up in a week and I am TIRED!
Thank you for this glorious post on unschooling!!!
I felt the same way in high school, but that was in the 70s before homeschooling was even a word (unless, maybe, you were the flower children of hippies on a commune, LOL).
I truly didn't come into my own until grad school, because FINALLY I was doing what I wanted to do with my life. And I only went to grad school because, unfortunately, a doctorate is required for my line of work.
Kudos to you. :)