I’m sure you’ve seen the note sent home by a teacher regarding homework. If you haven’t here is what it says:
After much research this summer, I am trying something new. Homework will only consist of work that your student did not finish during the school day. There will be no formally assigned homework this year.
Research had been unable to prove that homework improves student performance, Rather, I ask that you spend your evenings doing things that are proven to correlate with student success. Eating dinner as a family, read together, play outside, and get your child to bed early.
I would add just a little bit to this letter. I’d finish it this way:
In fact, why don’t you just keep them home all day and educate them yourself. We’ve proven that we’re miserable failures at training up children in the way they should go, so why don’t you do it? Enjoy those childhood years together with your children. Eat, learn, love and live together as a family… just how God intended it to be before this whole public school thing was dreamed up by evil men.
As a homeschooling Dad, one of the first things I learned was that the institution wasted a lot of time educating. We spent only a few hours a day in the early years on “academics”, and yet our children always tested well above their peers. But we didn’t waste the time. Life, in itself, all of it, is a classroom. Teaching opportunities seemed to present themselves to us constantly. It happened as we watched a TV program, read a book together, went to Walmart, ate out, drove down the road… it just happened. And it happened in ways that the schoolhouse could never in a million years dream up, even in its wildest dreams. Here’s an example.
I was pulling out of a convenience store parking lot with my son and all of a sudden out of nowhere a car appeared and I had to swerve to miss it. The driver of that car pulled up next to us and started yelling profanities. So I rolled down the window and my son listened as the man yelled and cussed at me for driving too fast in the parking lot. My response? “OK, I’ll watch that”. We both watched as the man was totally disarmed by our agreement. That was one of the lessons. The other lesson was to listen to listen to people and they’ll teach you things about yourself, even if they do it harshly, still listen. I told my son, as we drove away, that the man was out of line yelling and cussing, but that he was also probably correct in that I was probably driving too fast through the parking lot, and I should be more careful in the future.
So what did my son learn that day? Well, I’d say a lot. He learned how to handle conflict. He learned how to listen to critique, even when it’s harsh. And he learned not to become offended and upset and escalate situations. And he learned it by experience as much as with observation. How can the schoolhouse teach this? It can’t. And every minute that the government has your children is a minute that they don’t get to learn with you what life is teaching them.
But even if my child went to school, and this happened in the evening, there’s a good chance he wouldn’t have been with me anyway. He would have probably been stuck at home at a desk doing homework because most of the time in the days are wasted by the institution. Why do you do this to your children? Be a parent. It’s actually fun. And life can teach you as a family and in real life situations. The institution steals all of that and creates a campus culture with dystopian situations that teach nothing at all. Go rescue your children from the government and starting living and learning together today. You won’t regret it.