There will be times when I will be sharing with you from the depths of my soul because of my personal experiences. This is one of them. Today's post comes from a story found in the book A Thomas Jefferson Education: Teaching a Generation of Leaders for the 21st Centurey by Oliver DeMille Chapter 2 and how it relates to my childhood education.
A young boy was so excited to be starting school! He ran past his mother into his classroom and eagerly waved goodbye to her. As his teacher pointed out his new desk, he couldn't stop smiling and thinking how he loved to learn new things. The teacher started an art lesson and handed out crayons and paper. She said they would be drawing. His creative mind had hundreds of ideas race past it ... landscapes, his family, his pets, inventions... He started to draw. But his teacher stopped him and said they would be drawing flowers. Oh, how marvelous! He thought of white daisies, yellow daffodils, red roses, pink carnations, purple violets and lilacs, gardens full of all the colors of the rainbow. So he started to draw. Again, the teacher interrupted him and said they would be drawing a specific kind of flower. On the chalkboard, she drew with colored chalk, a green stem with two leaves and four identical pink petals. Eager to please his teacher, the boy dutifully copied her drawing. After a few attempts, his looked identical to hers. She praised him for his good work.
He became a model student learning to listen, obey instructions, and get the correct answers on tests. His parents and teacher were so proud of him. As his continued in his schooling, he was enrolled in the gifted and talented program. One day, his next teacher handed out crayons and paper so they could draw a picture. He waited until she gave instructions. After a few minutes of him sitting there, she noticed he wasn't drawing and asked, "Don't you like to draw?" He said he loved to draw but was waiting for her to assign something. She replied by saying, "Draw whatever you like." The boy sat for a long time wondering what he should draw. Finally, with a burst of creative inspiration, he picked up two crayons to draw ... a green stem with with two leaves and four identical pink petals. The End ... or is it?
In my kindergarten year, my teacher was amazed at the art talent I displayed even at such a young age. She would encourage me to paint even when other children were doing other things. She would bring in other teachers to show off my work. With pride in her voice, she spoke to my parents and encouraged them to sign a form allowing one of my paintings to be sent in to a local art contest. I remember earning a first place ribbon but not after judges spoke with my mother to verify that no adult including herself did help me with the art piece. She verified that it was my own and that I received no adult help. I was ecstatic with my winning ribbon - 1st place!
Two years later of compulsory education: While in 2nd grade, my former kindergarten teacher asked me to return to her classroom so I could paint a picture for her students. I remember how difficult this task seemed and how crude my painting appeared. I remember looking into my former teacher's face and seeing a look of pain. I remember her speaking with other teachers also in the room and saying how only two years had passed and how far I had digressed in my artistic ability. And that is the first of many realizations in my compulsory education, my public schooling, that I realized that SOMETHING WAS TRULY MISSING!
In my next post, we will learn about the Animal School. I LOVE it! I know you will too!