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I am the mother of a child who knows more than I do. My father tells me that all seventeen year old kids know more than their parents, and I suppose he is right. My 21 year old would laugh and tell me that he knows more than I do, and that he always has known more than me.

I am frustrated tonight because the current teenager knows more than I do about how to get a high school diploma and what a diploma is worth. I don’t get credit for having raised the other two before her, because how they obtained their current place in life doesn’t count. She knows more than me.

For instance, she knows that she must attend a public (or private) high school in order to receive a legal diploma that will gain her admittance into the tattoo school of her choice. She knows that because the websites she has been visiting tell her that she needs to have attained a high school diploma. They do not specifically say “a public high school diploma” or “a public or private high school diploma”, they simply state that she must have graduated from high school.

The first child that I raised decided that she knew she did not “need” SAT scores. I nagged and prodded her to schedule her SAT test, but she kept putting me off. She was fairly certain she needed neither SAT scores or a high school diploma to get into the college of her choice: she merely needed to apply. That child never attained a high school diploma, but she does have a bachelor’s in Christian Ministry with a minor in history. She skipped her SAT and applied as a college transfer student using the few credits she had earned at community college while killing time being a home schooler.

The second child needed a high school diploma. He enlisted and the military requires an actual physical diploma in hand. I ordered one from an old online acquaintance who sells home school diplomas online: http://www.homeschooldiploma.com/  I highly recommend her diplomas. The military certainly liked the one my son has. We also combined some home school credits with community college credits to prove he had attained the equivelant of a public high school education. This was all silly maneuvering: the boy scored so high on his ASVAB that he had his pick of military careers. He went into satellite communications.

So here’s the third child, several years later.

And the family and friends, several years later. People who never peeped a sound when I homeschooled the other two kids suddenly feel like they have the right to tell me how to educate this child. “Send her to public school” is the popular mantra among some very close friends and family members. Hello? Did I send the other two to public school? Did anyone say anything then? Why is this child any different?

And why, pray tell, would a public high school diploma be more important than a homeschool diploma to a tattoo parlor, of all places? Are they more academic than the university my oldest attended? Because the university didn’t blink at the fact that my oldest didn’t have a high school diploma. They even gave her grants and scholarship money. Hello!? What is wrong with this picture?

I am on a rant of course. It isn’t just the public high school diploma, but if she were to return to public school, she would have to pass the Oregon State CIM/CAM exams in order to receive a public school diploma. CIM/CAM is a joke – the Oregon equivalent of “Goals 2000” (brought to you by ex-President Clinton), a pork barrel nightmare of an education bill, second only to Mrs. Bush’s “No Child Left Behind.” Or maybe visa-versa: No Child Left Behind is second only to Goals 2000. No matter: it is the attempt of a government body to impose upon the American public regulations that are unnecessary, burdensome, expensive, impossible to enforce, and easily swallowed (hook, line and sinker) by the masses. Don’t get me started.

I never started homeschooling because of religious conviction: I started homeschooling because of my own educational philosophy that was in direct conflict with laws being passed by legislatures without public votes or input. I started homeschooling because I felt there was no other alternative to the dumbing-down of the masses. I told my kids that if the U.S.A. was ever taken over by dictatorship or insurgents, the first people they would kill would be the ones who think and who are educated. US. But we need to be the ones who think, because (perhaps) we can prevent such an atrocity from ever happening.

OK, slap me across the face. I was ranting about how Chrystal is insistent that she be allowed to return to a substandard charter school that is earning F- reviews even in the public sector and is in constant peril of losing its Federal tax dollars because of the high rate of failures and drop-outs — OH, hey, but she’s been talking to some of the teachers who still teach there. OF COURSE, they want her to return: a returning student = tax money returning to the school! Oh, DUH. That’s why I started homeschooling: to prevent my tax dollars from supporting public education, Goals 2000, and Oregon’s CIM/CAM requirements. Imagine that.

But Chrystal knows more than I do. She knows more than Arwen and Levi. And she is going into a career that requires a certified public school high school diploma because… Because?? Why? No one has yet answered that. Why does a tattoo school require a public school diploma over a homeschool one when universities and colleges don’t care? Even the military is amenable to homeschooling if you approach it correctly.

If you listen to the critics of homeschooling, it would be because homeschooling can’t prepare you for the academic rigors. If you listen to homeschool advocates, it would be because a tattoo school is looking for the Few, the Dumbed-down, and the Unquestioning.

Somehow, I think it is really the child, not the tattoo schools. I would bet my bottom dollar (now there’s a phrase that must have a secret meaning) that the tattoo schools will accept a homeschool high school diploma, no questions asked. I just need the kid to wake up and realize that. And I really need well meaning friends and family to let me do this. I *do* know what I am doing. The other two kids actually turned out pretty good. Not perfect, but I never wanted them to be perfect: I wanted them to THINK. And that they do quite well.

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