We have our lives to live.
“I pulled my boys out today and I feel like I just saved them. Saved them from the drudgery of writing daily essays on how they figured out how to multiply the most ridiculous long drawn-out way that will never be used in real life. Real life, that is what I want for my boys. I want them to become competent men that can take apart a motor and put it back together running. I want them to know how to clean a fish and feed a family. I want them to know how to build and construct a home, how to fix things, to treat a woman with respect and to love and protect her and yes, with a gun. My boys want to be heroes. I am going to let them. My boys don’t want to sit in a chair for 7 hours a day and I won’t make them. They have real life to live. As I walked down that school hall today I saw unhappy stressed out faces, I heard foul and mean words, an environment that my adult peers would never endure in their place of work. Yes, I pulled them out. The school no longer produces what I want for my boys and I am more than happy to bring them back into our family where the best learning will take place and it does not include filling out worksheets and bubbles. We have our lives to live.”
From Bonnie, courtesy of We Home School
black board, white chalk 