Friday, May 25, 2007

Chinese new year

Well, I'm another year older. Or another day older, depending how you look at it! :-) I had a very nice birthday here in Lexington. I started my day with a solitary walk out to the Platte River. It's, oh, half a mile to a mile through the woods. I saw a couple of deer bounding away from my noise, and a hawk circled overhead, seemingly charting my progress. The river is flowing well, thanks to their recent rainfall, but that means it's about two feet deep instead of it's usual less-than-one. I waded across to a sandbar and spread out a towel, then spent a pleasant hour sunbathing and reading my novel. Oh, and Frank and the girls called to wish me a happy birthday.

Then I began my somewhat circuitous walk back to the house. What that means is, I got lost. At about the moment I realized I was pretty turned around, it started to rain, and I began imagining a long, wet ramble. But then it quit raining and I got my bearings. I came out of the woods only about 100 feet from where I went in. Not too shabby.

This evening, Cherie and Steve took their moms and me out for dinner at a little Chinese restaurant in town. I'm not sure how tiny Lexington ended up with a Chinese chef better than many in Seattle's International District, but they did. Cherie and Steve have sent a lot of business his way, so Sam set out to give us an evening to remember. He provided, gratis, an appetizer platter of mussels in cream sauce and an artful plate of oranges and sesame seed balls to accompany our birthday-cake dessert. Sam and his sons joined us for cake, and Sam entertained us with stories of his arrival in America (first in Seattle, then L.A.). He said he moved to Nebraska because he couldn't afford to pay property taxes and buy car insurance for four sons in Los Angeles.

The cake itself was a rare treat: Steve's specialty spice cake! That's said with a wink, since he had a little help from Betty Crocker, but the cake was truly delicious and I was touched that he baked for me. And Cherie surprised me with a gorgeous bouquet of roses. It was a very fun birthday!

News from home: Thursday night, Frank and the girls went to the midnight showing of the new Pirates movie. Reviews were mixed. This morning, Chloe and MJ and the Canonica gang headed to Coulee. When I talked to my mom this evening, MJ was off helping a 5-year-old friend master his Sponge Bob XBox game, and Chloe was re-reading Fruits Basket books and laughing a lot. I could hear the sounds of the friendly/fierce poker game in the background. Mom said one cousin came in all the way from Montana to get in the game.

Meanwhile, Frank is having his weekend alone. I am sure he's enjoying every minute of it!

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Road notes

Greetings from Nebraska! I am here visiting Cherie (one of my moms) and her husband, Steve. I made the drive in a speedy two days, thanks to low traffic and high speed limits. I love doing 80 on 80!

In addition to some stunning scenery, I saw a fair amount of wildlife on the drive, including deer, antelope, prairie dogs, and a coyote. I also found the fabled end of the rainbow, right there in Oregon! I came over the crest of a hill and there it was, slanting down onto the valley floor below.

Wyoming was gorgeous, as always, but spring has not yet sprung there. Or not spring as I define it, anyway! I'm sure the residents there are enjoying the relatively mild weather, but there was light snow in the foothills and an icy wind out of the north. Brrr!

Nebraska is better. They've had a lot of rain this year, so everything is amazingly green—it looks more like the Northwest than the plains. It is pleasantly warm (or pleasantly cool, depending on your perspective). Cherie and I just spent a lovely couple of hours sitting down by the pond, watching and listening to the very busy bird population. The orioles are here, and we spotted a red-headed woodpecker, and Big Chick, the resident great blue heron, put in an appearance.

Being busy with other things, Frank and the girls stayed home. Frank has a month left on his contract, and MJ and Chloe leave tomorrow to go over to Grand Coulee for an annual Canonica gathering, which means Frank will get a rare weekend to himself for Memorial Day. A nice treat!

Oh, one follow-up note: MJ, Chelsea, Megan, Alexis, Kyla, and Logan all had a fabulous time at the My Chemical Romance concert. I drove them down about 4 in the afternoon, being vaguely worried we were going too early. Not! There was a sizable crowd there by the time we drove up. Somehow they managed to locate Jesse, another of MJ's friends, so Logan wasn't all alone with his harem for long. The show let out about 10, so the kids who had school the next day weren't even all that late to bed.

I'm off to do some more relaxing! I'll post again in a few days. Or maybe not til I get home. We'll see how the spirit moves me.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Driving Miss MJ

MJ is having a busy weekend and taking us along for the ride (meaning we're providing taxi service). Friday afternoon, she and Chloe went with Chris, Chelsea, and Chelsea's friend Alexis to see "28 Weeks Later." After the show (which seemed to be well received), Frank and I picked up Chloe at Chris and Denise's house. MJ stayed behind so she could get up really early Saturday morning to start setting up for the Sons of Italy dinner. She worked there all day yesterday, about 14 hours' worth. Frank, Chloe, and I showed up just to eat and watch the action for a while. MJ looked quite grown-up behind the serving counter! Erin took some pictures; watch for them on Emma's blog (link at right).

Today, I am driving MJ, Chelsea, and Alexis downtown for the Killers concert. Tomorrow, I am driving MJ, Chelsea, Alexis, Megan, Kyla, and Logan downtown for the My Chemical Romance concert. Tuesday, I am driving MJ to Hope for Horses. Ah, the exciting life of a parent!

I did get to have some fun of my own yesterday. Ella (3) came over to play at our house yesterday. She rode home with us from the spaghetti dinner because she'd had enough of that place. We watched "Dinosaur," jumped on the mini-trampoline, folded a load of laundry, played on Boohbah.com, colored Boohbah pictures, explored the stuffed animal closet (Chloe acted as escort for that one, because my allergies can't stand to go in there -- I am sneezing just thinking about it), and picked a little bouquet of flowers for Ella's mommy. It was a lovely afternoon, and then she went home! Perfect! :-)

It's raining again. (sigh) I was really enjoying the sunshine. Maybe it'll be back. Eventually.

I am contemplating a roadtrip (Driving Miss Ronnie). I'll find out Monday what day they want me back at work, then I'll decide whether to take off. If they want me sooner, I might enjoy a little Seattle vacation instead. The summer season of cool local events is ramping up, so that would be fun, too.

Update 1:21 p.m.: The Killers concert has just been postponed due to lead singer Brandon Flowers' case of bronchitis. The new date is set, unfortunately, for 5/27, when MJ and Chelsea will both be out of town. Does anybody want to buy a couple of Killers tickets? :-(

Friday, May 18, 2007

New child restraint law in Washington

There is SO much confusion being spread about the new child restraint law that is going into effect in Washington on June 1, 2007. Frankly, the media and various spokespeople keep getting it wrong. Here's the real scoop:

Technically, the new child restraint law applies to all passengers under age 16. Practically speaking, the law only regulates child restraint through age 12. But see the "cop discretion" note below.

Kids must ride in an appropriate, properly installed and secured carseat or booster seat until they reach EITHER age 8 OR 4’9” in height. That big "OR" there means a 7-year-old who is 4’9” does not need to ride in a booster (because he meets the height requirement), and, similarly, an 8-year-old who is less than 4’9” does not need to ride in a booster (because she meets the age requirement). But see the "cop discretion" note below.

Kids 8 years old and older AND kids 4’9” tall and taller can use the regular seatbelt as long as it fits them properly. The italicized part there is left to the discretion of the cop who pulls you over. A cop could conceivably ticket the driver if an older kid has a shoulder belt that cuts across his neck, just as he could ticket the driver if a younger kid is riding in a carseat that has not been installed or secured properly.

Kids under 13 should be made to ride in the backseat “where it is practical to do so.” That phrasing probably gives some leeway to someone who is transporting a pack of kids and has run out of back seats.

If you want to do your own research, the link below will take you to the full text of the actual new law (scroll down past the outgoing law).
http://apps.leg.wa.gov/RCW/default.aspx?cite=46.61.687

Spaghetti Feast Saturday!!

The Marysville chapter of the Sons of Italy is having their annual charity fundraiser All-You-Can-Eat Spaghetti Feast.

Where: St. Mary's Catholic Church in Marysville
When: Saturday, May 19th, 2007 -- 1 to 6 p.m.
Prices: $9 - adults, $4 kids 4-10, kids under 4 free

Raffle giveaways and a 50/50 raffle will be going on all day.

Dinner includes spaghetti, meatballs, Italian sausage, roll, salad, cake and wine or pop. Proceeds go to scholarships and local charities.

Click the link above for directions to the church. We'll all be there. Come on down and join the fun!

Returning to work

I just heard from my favorite team at Microsoft: they are able to bring me back sooner than the July 1 start of the new fiscal year. I'll start back either May 29 or June 4, depending.

I am so glad to be employed, so glad to be returning to this team, so glad we'll have double paychecks for the month of June while Frank finishes up his assignment.

But having June off would have been really nice, too....

Thursday, May 17, 2007

The homeschoolers you know

Do you know any homeschooled kids who seem to be proof positive that homeschooling is bad?

I wonder about that sometimes. Nobody has ever posted a comment saying as much, but I still find myself imagining one of my blog readers thinking to himself or herself, "That would make sense except that the homeschooled kid I know is a real brat!" or "Yeah, right, then why does the homeschooled kid I know have trouble with subject X?"

Maybe someone has even had such a thought about one of my kids! Gasp! If so, certainly don't make the mistake of telling me! ;-)

I think we need to be careful about judging any group of people by the actions or abilities of one or a few individuals in the group. A lot of homeschoolers are aware of having a certain responsibility for representing the homeschooling community. Some probably even strive to control their kids' public behavior so as to create a good impression. You won't find much of that in the unschooling community, but we feel the eyes on us even so. We know people will tend to judge home- and unschooling based on the home- and unschooled kids they meet.

Does that seem fair to you? It doesn't to me. Other people just get to live their lives. Why not us?

Maybe next time you find yourself painting all homeschoolers with one brush, you can try asking yourself the opposite question to the one I started with: Do you know any schooled kids who seem to be proof positive that schooling is bad?

I'll wager you've met more than one or two.



P.S. The other reality check to keep in mind is this: Imagine what that "proof positive" homeschooled kid would be like if she were in school. Are you really sure she would be better off? Truly? In fact, are you sure her parents haven't already tried school and found it made things worse?

For example, there were a couple of very shiny, sparkly kids at the unschooling conference. Very intense personalities there. As unschoolers, they're honored and given space to be themselves, and they're just part of the pack of unique beings at an unschooling conference. I don't even want to think about those kids in a school setting! Imagine the discipline problems, fights, tantrums, parent-teacher conferences, medications, stress, depression, devastation.

Contrary to popular opinion, school doesn't "fix" kids like that; it just chews them up and spits them out. This we saw firsthand.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

What unschooling looked like yesterday

Chloe spent the early morning working on an Anime Music Video (AMV), which is a little movie made of anime clips, usually themed, set to one or more songs. Unfortunately, the thing crashed just as she was completing it and she lost most of her work. This is an excellent example of how unschoolers learn to deal with the frustrations life throws their way. (Some people argue that, because we say "Yes" to our kids so much, unschooled kids are too sheltered from real life. These people seem to think we have to create or foster stress and unhappiness in our kids' lives, as if real life won't provide them with enough practice—in which case, I have to wonder why they think our kids need practice. It's not very logical, but it's another argument we come up against again and again.)

Starting our day with Chloe's tears was sad, but it was nice watching MJ offer comfort and computer assistance. They went off to the basement, where Chloe had been working, to see what they could salvage. Not having any luck, they cheered themselves up by watching Dane Cook comedy videos on YouTube. Then Chloe went to sleep there on the futon, and MJ started making AMVs of her own.

Sidebar about AMVs: These little movies are very clever. The creator must search through dozens of anime clips to find scenes that suit the music selections and/or the theme of the video. In many, one character is "singing" the song, so clips have to be located where the movements of the character's mouth fit the words of the song. MJ and Chloe have both made Fruits Basket "theme song" videos; these contain clips of each of the major characters in the show, with one song snippet per character. They've pulled together some varied and clever music choices. Another example is the "Green Fields of France" video Chloe made. The song is a rather political tune about a WWI soldier who dies on those green fields. Chloe watched someone else's AMV that used Full Metal Alchemist characters and decided to try one using Fruits Basket characters. It was a challenge, since (a) there are no soldiers in Fruits Basket, and (2) nobody dies. But she pulled together a great collection of clips, all very somber and moody, and made a cool little movie. On a lighter note, she made one set to "Come Dancing" that is full of dance scenes and chuckles.

In the afternoon, we set off for our second-week-in-a-row get-together with some other unschoolers. It was a gorgeous, hot day, so this gathering took place at our friends' house on Lake Roesiger. Oh, man, those kids had fun. They shivered their way into the lake a few times and ran around the yard throwing foam SCA javelins at each other and walked to the store for ice cream and just generally enjoyed each other's company.

When we got home at 8, tired and happy, MJ discovered that Verizon had deleted three batches of concert tickets from her inbox. Ack! Scary moment. (TicketMaster very kindly resent them this morning, so I don't have to pay back all the people MJ bought tickets for. Phew!)

While Frank, Chloe, and I watched House, MJ ran a load of laundry, planned AMVs, and thought about what she wants to wear when she works the Sons of Italy fundraiser spaghetti feed this Saturday. (She got her food handler's card on Monday, and we're going shopping for a red, white, and/or green apron today.) Then Frank, MJ, and Chloe settled in to watch Mind of Mencia while I read my book and fell asleep on the couch.

Academic interpretation: computer class, political science, phys ed, socializing and socialization, and whatever educators call it when they have students do art projects about literature. Ah, here's one thing Washington State says 8th graders will do: "Expand comprehension by analyzing, interpreting, and synthesizing information and ideas..." And then there's this:

"In eighth grade, students integrate observation skills and a variety of listening strategies to evaluate the effectiveness of auditory and visual information... They are able to analyze cultural principles, beliefs, and world views, including their own. Students use language and other communication strategies to find a common code for communication."

In other words, they'll do book reports, oral presentations, and art projects to illustrate their comprehension of what they've read, watched, and listened to. Hmmm, sounds like unschooling.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Some of our favorite Firefly quotes

WARNING! SPOILER ALERT!
Skip this post if you haven't watched "Firefly" yet! (And get yourself to Blockbuster!)

The ship:
Serenity, a battered but lovable Firefly-class spaceship

The crew:
Captain Malcolm "Mal" Reynolds
First Mate Zoe Alleyne
Pilot Hoban "Wash" Washburne
Ship's Mechanic Kaylee Frye
Hired Gun/Public Relations Specialist Jayne Cobb

The passengers:
"Ambassador" Inara Serra
Dr. Simon Tam
River Tam
Shepherd Derrial Book

"Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal." -- Wash (while alone on the bridge, playing pretend with toy dinosaurs)

"If wishes were horses, we'd all be eatin' steak." -- Jayne

"You are very much lacking in imagination." -- Mal
"I imagine that's so, sir." -- Zoe

"No, apes are noble creatures, you're some sort of man-ape-thing that went horribly wrong." -- Simon (about Jayne)

"They weren't cows inside. They were waiting to be, but they forgot. Now they see sky and they remember what they are." -- River
"Is it bad that what she just said makes perfect sense to me?" -- Mal

"Don't you love this party? Everything's so fancy and there's some kind of hot cheese over there." -- Kaylee

"Oh, I got heathens aplenty right here." -- Shepherd Book (referring to the crew)

"...I'm thinking of growing a big black mustache. I'm a traditionalist." -- Simon (to illustrate his new status as a criminal mastermind)

"Well, my sister's a ship. I just have issues going way back." -- Simon

"I aim to misbehave." -- Mal

"I never married." -- Book (upon being called 'Grandpa')

"Now Inara - she's gotta have some really funny whorin' stories, I'd wager." -- Jayne
"Oh! Do I ever! Funny and sexy! You have no idea! ((pause)) And you never will." -- Inara

"You want a slinky dress? I can buy you a slinky dress. Captain, can I have money for a slinky dress?" -- Wash (in response to a comment by Zoe, his soldier wife)

"Ta very much for a lovely night then." -- Badger (after holding the crew hostage)

"What does that make us?" -- Mal
"Big damn heroes, sir." -- Zoe

"Yes sir, Captain Tightpants." -- Kaylee

"So. Would you like to lecture me on the wickedness of my ways?" -- Inara
"I brought you some supper. But if you'd prefer a lecture, I've a few very catchy ones prepped. Sin and hellfire. One has lepers." -- Book

"I'll be in my bunk." -- Jayne (after seeing Inara lead a female guest to her quarters)

"Enemies? You? No! How can it be?" -- Simon (to Jayne)

"Noah's Ark is a problem." -- River (assessing Book's Bible)

"I'm starting to like this poetry thing. 'Here lies my beloved Zoe, my autumn flower, somewhat less attractive now that she's all corpse-ified and gross...'" -- Wash

"Time for some thrilling heroics." -- Jayne

"This must be what going mad feels like." -- Simon (upon seeing a heroic statue of Jayne in a town square)

"Please, we're very close to true stupidity here." -- Book (in a moment of pending violence)

"His brains are in terrible danger." -- River (upon seeing Book's shaggy hair out of its usual ponytail)

"Well, my days of not takin' you seriously are certainly comin' to a middle." -- Mal (to Jayne)

"'Day' is a vestigial mode of time measurement. Based on solar cycles. Not applicable. ((pause)) I didn't get you anything." -- River (on Simon's birthday)

"I don't like him... Something about him bothers me." -- Zoe (about Wash, in a flashback)

"Thank you for the wine. It's very...fresh." -- Inara

"I can be terse. Once, in flight school, I was laconic." -- Wash

"I call it Vera." -- Jayne (about his favorite gun)

"Also, I can kill you with my brain." -- River (discouraging Jayne from betraying them)

"Well said. Wasn't that well said, Zoe?" -- Mal
"Had a kind of poetry to it, sir." -- Zoe

"Who's flyin' this thing?! Oh. Right. That'd be me. Back to work." -- Wash

"No power in the 'verse can stop me." -- Kaylee, and later, much more ominously, River

"Besides, why would I want to leave Serenity?" -- Inara

"Tell you what, you buy this ship, treat her proper, she'll be with you for the rest of your life." -- Used Ship Salesman

Marty is doing well

Frank spoke to Judy today. All is well there. Marty had a doctor's appointment recently and checked out great. They are trying a new type of insulin to see if they can level out his blood sugar, but that's about all that's happening.

In other news, our nephew Eric (Chuck's son) was in town for Jazz Fest. He and Paul hung out together. Paul's big news is that he and his girlfriend and her son have bought a house together. Frank thinks it's in Covington. This change means Chrissy has her place to herself again—a mixed blessing, I'm sure.

Friday, May 11, 2007

"Zoo" release

MJ's movie, "Zoo," opened in theaters today. It is playing in Seattle at the Varsity. Although the film is unrated due to its documentary nature, the Varsity has set an admission policy that no one under 18 can get in. I called and spoke to the manager to see if they would make an exception for MJ. They said they would, but we're still debating whether to go or not. The film contains "reenactments" that (1) might make us fairly uncomfortable, and (2) will perhaps attract an audience that might make us fairly uncomfortable. It's her call.

Wednesday, May 9, 2007

Socialization

From the American Heritage Dictionary:
socialize
TRANSITIVE VERB:
1. To place under government or group ownership or control. 2. To make fit for companionship with others; make sociable. 3. To convert or adapt to the needs of society.
INTRANSITIVE VERB:
To take part in social activities.


One of the questions homeschoolers hear often is, "But what about socialization?" The question usually encompasses all of the definitions above except the first one (although perhaps that one ought to be examined just a titch). This lumping of definitions means that the question also encompasses a number of assumptions, such as:
(1) School makes kids fit for companionship and for society.
(2) Positive social activities happen for every child in school.
(3) Homeschooled kids are isolated to such an extent that they will not be fit for companionship and society, nor will they get to take part in social activities.

Our societal belief in the first two assumptions is pervasive and virtually unchallenged. In fact, over the last few years I've been struck again and again by how often people accept such societal beliefs without even thinking about them. No logical reasoning is applied. Someone said something to me the other day about "drinking the unschooling Kool-Aid," implying that unschoolers are brainwashed or cultish or perhaps even doomed. Personally, I've seen far more evidence that indicates that we, as a society, have been drinking the school Kool-Aid!

So, I'm here to offer a dose of antidote for the assumptions listed above. I suspect that even listing the assumptions has prompted my readers to see their flaws, but I'll enjoy pointing them out anyway.

(1) School makes kids fit for companionship and for society.

Ahem. Actually, maybe I won't tackle this one myself. Here instead are a few quotes from John Taylor Gatto's "Underground History of American Education."

"By the end of the first quarter of the nineteenth century, a form of school technology was up and running in America’s larger cities, one in which children of lower-class customers were psychologically conditioned to obedience under pretext that they were learning reading and counting (which may also have happened). These were the Lancaster schools... They soon spread to every corner of the nation where the problem of an incipient proletariat existed."

"As I watched it happen, it took about three years to break most kids, three years confined to environments of emotional neediness with nothing real to do. In such environments, songs, smiles, bright colors, cooperative games, and other tension-breakers do the work better than angry words and punishment. Years ago it struck me as more than a little odd that the Prussian government was the patron of Heinrich Pestalozzi, inventor of multicultural fun-and-games psychological elementary schooling, and of Friedrich Froebel, inventor of kindergarten. It struck me as odd that J.P. Morgan’s partner, Peabody, was instrumental in bringing Prussian schooling to the prostrate South after the Civil War. But after a while I began to see that behind the philanthropy lurked a rational economic purpose."

"In the first decades of the twentieth century, a small group of soon-to-be-famous academics, symbolically led by John Dewey and Edward Thorndike of Columbia Teachers College, Ellwood P. Cubberley of Stanford, G. Stanley Hall of Clark, and an ambitious handful of others, energized and financed by major corporate and financial allies like Morgan, Astor, Whitney, Carnegie, and Rockefeller, decided to bend government schooling to the service of business and the political state—as it had been done a century before in Prussia. Cubberley delicately voiced what was happening this way: 'The nature of the national need must determine the character of the education provided.'" (emphasis added)

In other words, American schools were, in fact, designed to socialize kids—into factory workers. The students' fitness as companions has never been a goal.

(2) Positive social activities happen for every child in school.

Oh, I hope no one actually believes this. It simply isn't true. I'll take myself as a case in point. I went to a decent suburban school where there was virtually no violence. I was a successful student. I was reasonably happy in school. I had some fun. I was mildly popular ('though that one is harder to write, because I always felt like an outcast).

I had nightmares every night the week before my 10-year high school reunion.

Imagine what school was actually doing to me if it could have that effect on me ten years later. Imagine what school does to the kids in schools that aren't essentially safe places, to kids who aren't so successful, happy, enaged, and popular.

At my 20-year reunion, one woman wouldn't leave her hotel room because she was overcome with guilt over the way she had bullied her classmates.

And then there's the idea that school is a place where kids can be with their friends. That is also not true! School does not foster social interaction; there are dozens, even hundreds, of rules that prohibit it. Classroom management and school administration is very much about controlling and stifling the natural response of kids who find themselves in the company of other kids—that is, laughing, talking, playing, socializing. (Does the phrase "Stop socializing" sound familiar to anyone? I heard it more than once when I was in school.)

Here's a good example: The Federal Way, Washington, school district is contemplating a ban on iPods and cell phones. District reasoning runs as you might expect, with reference to distractions and text-message cheating, but the ban would cover not only classtime but time between classes and during lunch. Where does their reasoning fit into that? What's really happening is a change-with-the-times expansion of the district's anti-social-interaction ruleset.

Another good example: Classes in MJ and Chloe's elementary school were rewarded for walking the hallways in straight lines with no talking.

(3) Homeschooled kids are isolated to such an extent that they will not be fit for companionship and society, nor will they get to take part in social activities.

Over the years, the media has provided us with a few stories that seemed to support this assumption. There have been some much-publicized cases of child abusers who isolated their children from society and called it homeschooling, and the news stories about these people often carry the implication that these parents' freedom to homeschool gave them the freedom to abuse. Educators line up for the chance to say so on national television. It's bullshit, pure and simple. After all, most abused children are in school. I don't mean their abuse happens there (although it can and too often does), but it happens. School or no school, child abuse happens.

Rather than being about isolating our children, homeschooling is about putting our children into the real world. Instead of being confined to a room with kids their own age, our kids have friends of all ages. Homeschooling families have access to an increasingly vast network of peers, resources, and facilities. I'm sure many homeschooled parents wish their kids were more isolated, because all the running around they do makes for a busy life!

The reality is, homeschooled kids are only as isolated as they want to be.

Our family experience provides a good example. We are a somewhat insulated family, relatively homebound (when we're not out chasing hurricanes), so you might put our routine at the "isolationist" end of the homeschooler social spectrum. Knowing what you know about us and reading the brief history that follows, you might see that it's not very isolationist at all.

In the early days of our unschooling, MJ and Chloe were still in touch with their friends from school, and we had regular get-togethers with them. Those connections dwindled as time went on, and for a couple of years, the girls were perfectly content with the social activities our lifestyle naturally provided (cousins and other relatives, neighbor kids, family friends, Kendo devotees, boat yard and marina workers, sailors, park rangers, etc.). Then last year, MJ expressed an interest in widening her social circle. Chloe didn't much care, but she's gone along for the ride.

I found Hope for Horses, MJ's home away from home, where she has become very close to the adults who run the charity. I can't count the people that involvement has brought into her life, from veterinarians to farriers to musicians to movie makers.

I reached out to the unschooling community and Frank reached out to the cruising community, and we formed friendships with families all over the area. Chloe attended Summerhill School and formed friendships with kids from all over the world. MJ attended the Not Back to School Camp and formed friendships with kids from all over the country. Then we attended the unschooling conference, where a lot of those connections came together in one place (yes, there was even another former Summerhillian there), and discovered what a community of people we have become part of.

And then there's the community we're not part of, the more traditional homeschooling community, with its clubs and co-ops and meetings and potlucks and seminars. It's there, anytime we want it.

The result of this less homogenized socialization is kids who are comfortable talking to people of all ages. Sure, homeschooled kids like hanging out with other kids—and that is definitely a generalization to which there are numerous exceptions—but they don't automatically reject a newly met adult as a potential friend.

Yesterday, at a little gathering of unschoolers that I orchestrated at a park in Monroe, kids sat chatting with us moms at least half the time (with the rest of their time spent running around the tennis court and playground with the other kids in joyful abandon). The kids ranged in age from 12 to 16; nobody's age mattered, nobody was too cool to play, nobody was too young to be included.

Why do people cling to the idea that socialization only happens in school?
I have my own theories about why people cling to this idea so vociferously. There's the self-aggrandizement or self-delusion of the educational establishment. There's the self-protection of adults who suffered in school and can't face the prospect of it having all been for nothing. There's even my conspiracy theory about our government's continuing need for an obedient proletariat. But I'm afraid the real reason is simply that many of us are too well schooled to question our beliefs.

For any who are ready to start questioning, this page provides links to studies that support the ideas in this post:
http://atypicalhomeschool.net/general-information/the-cultural-myth-of-socialization/

Thursday, May 3, 2007

On writing

I used to write fiction for fun. Some of my earliest memories are of scribbling down story starts (I rarely finished them), character descriptions, plot outlines, and so on. I still have a lot of the paper I generated back then, starting with the outline of a little sci-fi soap opera I conceived when I was about 13. It's full of complex and intertwining relationships between various members of various royal families scattered across several planets. Had I ever actually written the book, I'm sure it would have been High Art.

These days, my forays into fiction writing are few and far between. I believe the last was more than a year ago, when I produced two pages of a romance novel in order to satisfy a commitment to Chloe. The writing was as fun as ever, and the output was surprisingly decent for having sprung from a command performance rather than true inspiration, but the spark faded as it too easily does these days. I'm not sure I can explain why that is. Maybe it comes from too many years of Doing What Needs To Be Done; the spark is vulnerable to excessive responsibility. That isn't a complete explanation, though. As mentioned above, I never had much follow-through when it came to my dream of writing the American novel (great or otherwise), not even when I was a good deal more footloose than I am now.

I still write, obviously, and I make a decent living doing so (something that—I must confess—gives me a certain smugness thinking back on the various people who tried to rain on my writing parade over the years). Fiction has given way to Help files, white papers, 300-page user manuals, and, of course, blog entries and other online offerings. These are not the tomes my younger self had in mind when she dreamed of becoming a writer, but they are satisfying nevertheless. Writing nonfiction comes easily to me and provides the thrill of that quick, fingers-flying flow of words that happens much less frequently when I write fiction. Plus, it's fun to use and stretch my expertise in creating end-user documentation.

But I think there are still stories inside my brain, waiting to be told. Every now and then, I hear voices in there that are not quite my own. (Sometimes one even takes over when I blog, so a post comes out with a tone rather removed from what I intended when I sat down to type.) When the spark flares to full life again and I find someone else's tale streaming out of me, I'll be pleased but not terribly surprised.

Tuesday, May 1, 2007

Doings

We had a pretty big weekend. Aeron, Mera, and Jaime (my buddies from the unschooling conference) came over to spend the night Saturday night. Late that night, we were joined by MJ, Madelyn (16), Marty (18), and Conor (17), who had been hanging with each other since the conference, with time spent both in Corvallis and on Whidbey Island. They crashed at our place after spending a long evening in Seattle. We didn't get to see much of them, unfortunately, because Madelyn and Marty got up about 8 to head back to the island, and I dropped Conor at the train station so he could ride back to Oregon.

Sunday morning, Frank left very early to help some people move their new boat from Blaine to Bellingham. It was a rather ill-fated trip, involving low wind (despite there being big wind seemingly everywhere else in the region), engine trouble, a long and expensive tow, and a certain lack of provisions for what turned out to be more than 12 hours on the water. He didn't make it home until nearly midnight, tired and sunburned but fairly philosophical about it all.

Their misadventure put something of a kink in our plans to host a party for a group of sailing/cruising families. I ended up hosting alone, and all but one of the families ended up bailing (no pun intended). So, it was a much smaller party than we expected; we'll be eating spaghetti until the end of time. But it was still a nice enough gathering.

The kids, their parents, and I drove down to the waterfront to watch the kiteboarders playing off Jetty Island. Did you know that Everett is one of the premier destinations in the world for kiteboarders? It is always really fun and sort of fishtank-soothing to watch them, with their colorful kites doing sky ballet. It seems miraculous that they never have collisions, or at least not often enough that I've ever witnessed one.

Last night, we got to visit briefly with my mom and Tom who are, at long last, back from their latest southwest tour. We've missed them, and the girls are really looking forward to a renewal of our regular beach visits. And Angelo the dog is thrilled to be home; he ran around like a crazy thing when he realized where he was.

Today has been a quiet one. Frank worked, then he and MJ went to volleyball practice. Chloe did Chloe things and, to my not-so-secret relief, put off our planned session of amateur hair dyeing. (She's going to try cinnamon-red this time.) I did some party cleanup and checked my email regularly, because I'm waiting for word on my return to work. I'm hoping to set things up so I can take May off, too, with a nice, cushy job with my old team ready for me in June. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

We've finished off the day with a Heroes mini-marathon. MJ had to get caught up because she missed last week, then we watched tonight's very exciting episode. Only three episodes left in the season! Ack! I predict a cliffhanger...

Saturday, April 28, 2007

More "should"

Aunt Jorene sent this quote: "Don't 'should' on yourself, or on anyone else!" Read it out loud to get the full effect. :-)

Baby moments

I was in a shop downtown yesterday and encountered a woman with a baby. She had him parked behind her while her transaction was rung up. I started talking to him and jingling my keys at him. She turned to look, so I gave her a friendly smile. She said, "Oh, good," and walked off to do a bit more shopping. It really surprised me, even though she didn't go far and was gone for only a couple of minutes. But I wish the world were such that all moms could be like that, trusting a friendly stranger to give her half a minute to get things done.

That moment in that store has helped a tiny bit to balance a very different moment I had in another store last week. This woman was walking all around Borders with her very small baby in a carrier. He was screaming, arms flailing, cheeks red. At one point, she set the carrier down, turned her back on him, and began to peruse the books. It was heartbreaking. I went up to that baby, too, and even went so far as to ask her if I could rock him. It didn't help. She said, "He doesn't like his carseat." Well, duh. That much was obvious to all of us in the store! I remain baffled over what she thought she might accomplish by torturing him that way.

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Chiara de España

In my excitement over Chiara's plans to visit here next summer, I forgot to pass on her other big news: She has been accepted into another exchange program, this one for a year at a university in Spain. (I can't remember what part of Spain, sorry.) She says she isn't very excited about it yet, but I'm sure she'll get there. She just needs a little American recharge first. :-)

Friday, April 27, 2007

Happy Birthday, Frank!

To the love of my life: Many happy returns of the day! And many thanks for sharing 21 fabulous years (and counting) with me.

Should

One of the things I’ve tried to do throughout our unschooling journey is to stop and question any thought that contains the word “should.” It was surprising and liberating when I realized just how many of the shoulds in my life were, upon examination, other people’s shoulds, or society’s shoulds, or just my own misconceptions or exaggerations about what constitutes proper behavior, appearance, and occupation. Initially, all these false shoulds were easily, even gleefully, abandoned. Some examples:

My kids should dress according to Hoyle (a.k.a. societal standards).
But why? To fit in, to make other people more comfortable, to avoid attention.
Who cares? Not my kids, not Frank, not me.

My kids should go to bed at a “reasonable” hour each night (even though they don’t ever have school in the morning).
But why? Uhhh…
Who cares? Not them, not Frank, not me.

My kids should sit down to meals with the family (even though we are together a lot through the day).
But why? Uhhh…
Who cares? Not them, not Frank, not me.

And the biggie:
I should bear full responsibility for my kids’ choices, to the point of taking those choices away as appropriate.
But why? Because society says so.
Who cares? Not them (they like being responsible for themselves), not Frank, not me (well, okay, sometimes me, but I do my best to stifle the controlling urges that come so naturally to me).

So, I threw out all those shoulds and many more like them. It was fun, and it was challenging. In fact, it was one of the most challenging things about beginning to unschool. I mean, Frank and I thought we were making an educational decision—the kids simply wouldn’t “do” school any more—and instead we ended up revamping our lifestyle, our assumptions, and most of our standard operating procedures. We began to question everything. “Who believes this? Is it really me, or is it society or Grandma or the next door neighbor?”

The happy results of all that questioning and revamping were impressive and became the foundation of my passionate belief in radical unschooling (RU), an approach to life and parenting that goes far beyond homeschooling. With RU, our kids became our friends. They began to trust us to be there for them in all ways, without any of the wrangling and plain bad feelings that traditional parenting techniques engender. It was a wonder.

And it still is. But lately, I've been noticing again how often I use “should” in my thoughts and speech. I think I've been backsliding from my early determination to stop letting “should” rule our lives.

Epiphany today: I use “should” regularly when what I really mean is “want to.” For example, it's Frank's birthday today, and I found myself thinking, “We should do something special for him.” How self-defeating that is! It strips out all the love and generosity that is actually contained in the thought, leaving only dry obligation. The fact is, I want to do something special for him. Where “should” is draining, limiting, tedious, “want to” is empowering, defining, motivating. “Should” is from that tense place between my shoulder blades; “want to” is from the heart. (Thanks to unschooling dad and life coach Scott Noelle for helping me place them.)

This is not to say that every should can be reframed into a want. If I say to Chloe, “I want you to wear matching socks,” it can be (and usually is) just as much about controlling her choices as “You should wear matching socks” would be. I’m not going to use my own wants as a weapon against my kids' autonomy.

But I do want to move to a place where I’m better able to recognize my own choices as being just that. The guilty thought “I should call my grandmother” becomes “I want to call my grandmother because I want her to know how much I care about her.” And the shame-filled “I should mow the lawn” becomes “I want to get the lawn mowed because I think it looks ugly when it’s shaggy.”

I also hereby renew my campaign against the false shoulds that bombard our family daily. And I'm going to stop doing the bombarding myself. I can tell I’ve been doing some of that when I open my mouth and my kids look at me with faint apprehension, like “Oh, man, what’s she going to lay on me now?” Enough of that! To help me break the should habit, they’re going to fine me a quarter every time I use a sentence with “should” in it. Here’s hoping they aren’t able to get too rich off my wayward tongue. :-)

Chiara is coming home!!!!

W A H O O ! ! ! !

Chiara just called us. She's coming to visit us this summer! Chloe and I are the only ones home right now, but we managed to make enough celebratory noise for a housefull. Then I stood there in the kitchen and cried happy tears and called a bunch of people. We miss her SO much, and we aren't able to swing a visit to Italy this summer, so I was afraid we'd have to go another year without seeing her. But SHE'S COMING!! She'll arrive late July or early August and stay for three weeks or maybe even MORE.

YAY YAY YAY!!!!