A kid I know received his high school diploma a couple of weeks ago. I find it very interesting (read unbelievable) that he was able to graduate considering he only attended a very small portion of his senior year and was so far from meeting the requirements for graduation that he couldn't even complete them if he stayed on for another full year. Verrry interesting...
In our state, the low high school graduation rates have been making the news recently. Michigan's average graduation rates range from 60 to 75% depending on who's calculating the statistics. In light of the example above, I wonder how many of the 60 to 75% of students that do graduate are actually ready to become productive, contributing members of society.
20/20 recently did a special on public schools in America, entitled Stupid in America. You can see it here. I support many types of education: public, private (religious and secular) and homeschooling so I'm not posting this video link just because it's singling out public schools. I'm posting it because it closely represents my personal educational experience.
Here's my personal experience with public schools:
Up until the 8th grade, my school experiences were quite positive. I was encouraged and motivated by a number of excellent teachers. The only exception was being publicly ridiculed by a teacher for choosing to job shadow a farm wife for career day and a boy that ran around the playground trying to beat kids with a baseball bat (he didn't last long, unfortunately the teacher did).
I started the 8th grade in a new school in a new district. My jaw dropped as I walked into a cage of wild animals. I had never seen anything like it in my life -- the foul language (I'm talking the F word here) screaming, grabbing, punching, jumping, destruction of property and the lack of any kind of common courtesy or respect. The closest thing I can compare this environment to is a gigantic cage of wild monkeys with the only difference being that monkeys don't use foul language and they appear to better behaved.
All of us kids had to wait in the main hallway by the front office until it was time for school to start. For all of that 20 or 30 minutes I quietly stared at the rest of the group in disbelief. There were a few students that appeared to be in a state of shock like myself and several more that seemed like normal, happy kids -- not perfectly behaved by any means, but they weren't destroying anything or scaring other kids.
Aside from the serious behavior issues that teachers and students had to deal with, I really liked the school. It was much newer building, I thought it beautiful compared to my old school and many teachers did a fabulous job given their environment. The schoolwork was very easy. My 8th grade year was almost entirely a repeat of my 7th grade year in another district. When the administration looked at moving me up a grade so I could learn new material they decided that as one of the youngest 8th graders in the school, I might not be emotionally ready to handle high school. Ahhh haaa, haaa. Their logic still tickles me today.
So after I completed a second year of 7th grade I entered high school. Unfortunately the Junior High administration was right. I wasn't emotionally ready to enter high school. I wasn't ready to see the verbal, physical and emotional abuse many of the teachers suffered. I wasn't ready to see parents come into classrooms and cuss teachers out for causing their kids to get suspended. I wasn't ready to see drugs and weapons being sold. I wasn't ready to be scared to walk to class every time the bell rang. As an adult, many years out of high school, I'm still not emotionally ready to deal with high school.
As a general rule, my teachers were pleasant and fair. Most taught straight to the curriculum and discouraged independent thinking and creativity which I suppose they had to do. After all, few people like a round peg messing up their square hole system. A very small percentage of my teachers were real duds -- sorry excuses for humans, let alone humans that are trying to shape and mold the future generation. Then there were the two or three one-of-a-kind teachers that lived to inspire their students. These teachers made all the difference in the world-- they encouraged and nurtured me to develop a life long love of learning just as my parents had done.
An aside:
You know, I always get a chuckle when people express concerns about home educated children not being well socialized. I'd like to ask them where they were when I was going to school with hundreds of unsocialized troublemakers.
By Junior year, I was so sick of high school I could barely stand it. This did not mean I was sick of learning. Oh how I loved to read, investigate,
experiment, study and learn! The high school I attended just wasn't the place to do any of those things. By my junior year, I had earned enough credits to allow me to begin a work study program. I went to school for three classes each morning and then worked nearly full time.
In my spare time I took classes at the local community college. (Most community colleges accept students as young as 16). I held high hopes for college being the answer to my need for learning. You may not believe this, but the 101 classes I took were filled with "adult" students that had the attention span of kindergartners. Most of these students showed little respect for the instructor, or interest in learning. While the violence and
blatant hatred of authority figures present in high school was not a factor in college, I was still very disappointed with the experience.
Thankfully a coworker suggested I go to college at nighttime because most of the classes after 6pm are filled with working adults. Shortly after I stepped into my first night class I knew I had found an environment where I could learn, I was so excited! These were serious students. They wanted to hear what the instructor said, they asked questions, they had goals and they were willing to work hard to achieve them. Almost all of the students were working full time and had families. During the introduction each one of us had to tell a little about ourselves, why we were in school, what our goals were and anything else we wanted to share.
One by one my classmates stood to share a little about themselves. It was clear that many had overcome tremendous
obstacles just to be in college. Most were there to gain skills to help them build a brighter future for themselves and their families. Some that had come from other countries and spent many extra hours trying to learn English so they could succeed in their courses. Those students took the
privilege of education seriously. They were determined to provide a way to help their family members in countries where education (or food) isn't quite so easy to come by.
I was tremendously humbled and honored to attend college with so many wonderful, inspiring, hardworking students. But that was years ago and I hadn't thought much of my college experience until writing this piece. Looking back, I understand more fully the value of those classes. The lectures and the classwork were very helpful. I couldn't do what I do today without it. Yet, the education I
received from my classmates is the one that has been the most
valuable.