I pretty much liked school all the way through the educational process - from grammar school through graduate school. Most of my teachers made positive impressions. I just wrote a note last week to my sixth grade teacher.
On the other hand, my husband hated school. Poor G. He was bored, he was unchallenged, he was harassed. My two girls have been to formal school and now home school. They love home schooling. But my son loves his public school!
What is the magic ingredient? It's not the school, I believe. Not the university, or the philosophy, and not really the subject matter, as much as it is the individual teacher.
When the teacher and the student get to a place of respect and joy where a true exchange of ideas is going on, then learning is taking place. When the student is inspired then that is real success. What I've learned from my children is that school is defined by the student's relationship to the teacher, nothing more, nothing less.
This is what we look for when we choose our girls' home school teachers, or when we enroll our kids in classes, and in our public school system -- we look for mentors -- truly gifted ones who know how to do more than just put information before them. I believe this is the standard we all must set if we want to be inspired, and truly learn.
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And happy September to all of you. I am back from a long trip, happy to be back into a routine, into blogging, into visiting you all!
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