Mushrooms? Yes, mushrooms! Imagine a huge backyard with gigantic redwood trees, undergrowth of ferns and moss, bushes and plants everywhere and tons of shade. Imagine a yard with all kinds of great hiding spots among the plants and under branches, and behind little hills. Imagine a yard filled with magic! That's what I grew up with. And it did seem magical. There was always something new to look at or a new game to play. We spent HOURS outside in our yard. We had a big hill that we could ride our bikes down. We had little trails winding through the bushes. We had a blast! And, we had mushrooms - lots of them! We had all kinds of them but the best were the ones that had flat tops that would grow to several inches in diameter.
I was fascinated by the mushrooms. They looked funny. They smelled funny. They felt funny. (No, I never tasted them....) In 4th grade I was fully becoming a science nerd. I loved science and my teacher was by far the BEST science teacher in my entire school career! But, I wanted to know what made these mushrooms grow. I disected them. I read about them. I sketched and studied them. But, nothing really gave me the information I was looking for. So, I asked my teacher.
Boy, was that a let down! The response? "We don't have time to discuss mushrooms. We have more important projects to take care of." What? Really? I hadn't interrupted class to ask my question. I hadn't said that I wanted to know about mushrooms instead of our other projects. I wanted to learn about mushrooms in addition to whatever we were already studying. It was like an intellectual slap in the face to my 4th grade self. At that moment, I remember thinking very clearly, "I wish I could learn at home! I'd get a lot more done and know so much more stuff!" At the time I had never heard of homeschooling but the seed was planted...
To be continued tomorrow with having my son, his early elementary years in public school and the transition to homeschooling... I never did go back to studying mushrooms. I know a bit more about them than I did in fourth grade, but not much...
Thanks so much for including our East Coast seed bombs in your lovely post!
ReplyDeleteThat story sounds depressingly familiar! I can relate... Especially after having my parents called in for a conference with a history teacher in the 9th grade. The reason? Because when I finished my work I would read books that weren't on the assigned reading list. This was after I'd already finished all the books on my list! I was branded a trouble maker for reading Kafka. Ha! Luckily my parents stood up for me and I was able to take extra classes and graduate early. The school system is often not for the intellectually curious! Good for you for doing something about that!
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