I feel like this picture could stand alone, it’s so great: the wild and free unschooled child, climbing a tree at his leisure, while the school children roam about behind their prison fence for the duration of their Scheduled Recreation Time. “Walking the yard”, I think it’s called?
High five to me for getting this excellent shot. I just thought it was so funny when I looked across the road and saw it.
It could stand alone. But L told me a little more about it, so I’ll include that too. He said he wound up drawing a small crowd of fascinated children, wondering who this mysterious kid was that could play beyond the fence. They asked him what school he went to, and when he explained that he was homeschooled, they erupted into envious proclamations of wishing they were homeschooled. As happens. Which immediately was followed by the requisite math quizzing. As happens—always math. Children are taught that school is the place learning happens, and that their worth is directly tied to the information they can spew forth on command—how else would we convince them to politely devote their best hours, against their nature, to sitting still and listening? So they quiz. L was pleased that he easily answered a few of their questions. He was unconcerned with the ones he didn’t know—math is fun puzzles; the amount of it that he knows has nothing to do with his value. He doesn’t know he’s “supposed to” be sensitive about any of that.
Anyway, then the bell rang, the kids were called away, and L tired of the tree climbing so he came back to the house—a momentary collision of worlds, come to an end.