Real Estate Swindles and All….

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I recently answered a very long list of questions from a woman working on 
an article for a local magazine. We had met at an informal info session 
where I related the story of my oldest son's college application process 
to other parents beginning the "apres" homeschooling journey. I have 
realized, that my son's application process was a natural continuation 
of the "child-led" unschooling education that my husband and I made possible
for all four of our kids. SOmetimes a scary and difficult method, it did
allow my son to narrow his "search" down to only two schools (that didn't 
require SATs and happened to be tops in his chosen field of Animation), 
and this after somewhat belatedly(in 11th grade!) realizing that he would 
have to attend college as internships in his chosen field only went to 
college attendees. What he did have going for him, in large part due I 
think to being "unschooled" and allowed to spend countless hours pursuing
his passion ("set-building"— first in blocks and later in computer animation)
was conviction and certitude about what he wanted to be when he grew up. 
In the hope that other parents may derive some encouragement to allow 
their kids the same freedom, I am publishing below my answer to: 
 > What does your homeschooling look like (ie. what's a typical day)?
As the children get older it changes. For some reason their bedtime slips
later and later...though Oldest Son now keeps more normal hours again. Second 
Son sleeps from about 4AM to noon....he loves the quiet and freed up internet
at night.
When they were younger, we would get up about 8 or 9, eat cereal, and then
for many years we would have "Second breakfast" which was waffles or
scones or pancakes or something extra yummy like that. The kids would
start playing sometimes together. Lots  of block towns and cathedrals with
accessories made in paper and cardboard. There were banking games
involving real estate in one kid selling a space in the
house to another, etc. Newspaper venders. SOmedays, we had somewhere to lessons, or homeschool group activity or friends came over. The
kids often asked me at night "what are we doing tomorrow?" and I would
answer, "Oh, we are just home" or "We go to violin lesson at 3 or
As they got older, I felt increasingly comfortable leaving them to teach 2
mornings a week, work in my studio for 2-3 hours, and also working at
web-design work and blog, etc on the computer.
There were occasional periods mostly with the oldest one and the third one
when I felt compelled to try to teach them to read before they were ready,
and so we would sit and try to learn to read a bit for a period of days
and then my confidence in unschooling would return and I would let it
rest. The 2 older boys both learned to read when they were 11. The 3rd one
actually turns out to have a vision problem and is still working on it. 
My daughter taught herself when she was about 8. I read alot to Oldest Son until
he was 11 (and leaned to read) I sometimes read chapters of Howard Zinn's
"People's History ofUS" to Daughter(YOungest) and Youngest Son. Daughter(youngest)
 has sometimes asked for instruction in specific things like geography, so
 we go to the library and get books or look up info on internet...
I sometimes pull out a math textbook with the younger two (12 and 14) and
we do a few math problems on the kitchen table which is made of slate. We
sometimes review times tables  on car trips. Their older brother sometimes
almost inadvertantly introduces them to  math concepts and I will overhear
complex discussions about the concept of zero, or somesuch.
We do not have regular TV. We now have internet movies and all, but until
Oldest Son was about 12, we only had 2 or 3 videos...the English claymations of
Wallace and Gromit that he watched over and over.

1 thought on “Real Estate Swindles and All….

  1. Bravo Tasha, It takes courage to swim against the cultural tide. The beauty and truth of your approach to education becomes more apparent each day as your kids mature free of the garbage that washes up in the cultural tide. Dad

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