Saturday, November 16, 2013
Another Dispatch from the School of Revolution: Squishy Dough Parts
Here's the Big O, downing a bowl of spicy chicken ramen. I picked him up yesterday afternoon from a small school that includes home-schoolers in its special Friday program. Do you know that boy went, not knowing a soul, and came out all smiles? The day's activities and learning included the viewing of the great Jacques Tati's M. Hulot's Holiday. Honestly, who knew I'd be talking about a French movie with my twelve year old son, and so enthusiastically, particularly after the heightened drama of the last couple of months. He's been a whole lot of smiles of late, partly due, I'm sure, to the de-schooling that we're doing, and partly due to the fact that he's a smiler naturally, and he's just remembering how to do it. I feel a bit manic when I start talking about these two books I'm reading -- Deschooling Gently and The Teenage Liberation Handbook -- I imagine droves of people, even some of my closest friends, think I've gone completely off my rocker. Which I have, actually, at least regarding cigars and John Boehner.
Anywho.
Here's a conversation that the Big O and I had in the car on our way home from his wonderful day. As background, I'll reveal that Oliver had to go to the bathroom, really, really badly but there was too much traffic to stop the car, so he told me that he needed to just keep talking to stay distracted.
Mom, how DOES a girl pee, anyway? Where does it come out of? he asked.
Oliver! You know that! There's a small opening at the end of the urethra, I replied.
Oh, yeah! I remember that from those pictures we looked at in science class. You know, of the human body? All almost-teenagers' voices end in a question, right?
Exactly, I said.
Yeah, there's a hole there that's between two pieces of dough, squished together. He looked out the window.
Reader, I nearly wrecked the car and then just said what I've said at least 67,459,021 times during the last twelve years:
OLIVERRRRRR!
The main message from The School of Revolution, of course, is that things are actually quite hunky-dory normal in these parts.
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Such a wonderful becoming! Thanks for allowing us to glimpse it happening.
ReplyDeleteI am crying. Oh my god. Priceless.
ReplyDeleteI don't think you've gone off your rocker. I actually think you are really on to something and I intend to read the books and see how they might apply to other areas of my life. You know how the dude abides? Well this resounds.
Ah!!!! That is hilarious. I've never thought of it that way. But yep, I guess that is right.
ReplyDeleteSounds like you are going in the right direction with him, Elizabeth. Glad to hear it. x0 N2
ReplyDeleteI don't think you're off your rocker at all, I think you're BRILLIANT. Despite all the talk in my FB groups about homeschooling I never ever considered it, partly because, y'know, I work FT for The Man, and partly because it seemed all Too Much - too much right wing anti-indoctrination crap, too much math & science I wouldn't be able to teach. But as testament to your fabulousness, I caught myself daydreaming the other day about it. I thought about all my son's 'experiments' and projects that we never quite get around to, and thought about the 2 points his teacher deducted for one missing period in 3rd grade. I pictured our day - breakfast, an hour or two of reading (a book a day!), a nature walk, a trip to the science center, a chemistry project in the kitchen (how does yeast work?), building shelves in the garage (fractions!), maybe an essay on the color yellow. I am consumed by jealousy. This is truly brilliant, what you're doing.
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ReplyDeleteI don't know how I missed this post before, but I'm so glad I saw it this morning. What a lovely gift you've given him by doing this! (It sounds like he's paying you back in spades...and smiles).
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