Monthly Archives: October 2015

Silent Lunch?

Ok what is going on in the school’s these days, i’m talking about Elementary. Our kids attended a public school last year and were not allowed to talk during lunch time, which is the most ridiculous thing EVER. The school claimed the noise level was overwhelming and the students quickly became overbearing. Well, I can see how 100 students in the lunch room cafeteria can become LOUD. My kitchen table can get loud at home and there are only 2 of them sitting.

shhh

However, kids are in school to learn. Learning doesn’t just mean your math facts and US history but learning to be social and to belong to society. It’s no wonder that this generation of kids cannot communicate with one another unless its over text or in a game setting online. They’ve lost the ability to communicate right from a young age, and by lost I mean it’s been taken away.

Is it just me and my family that feels as though we have no say in how our children are educated? We’ve handed over our children into the hands of stranger that we hope are┬ámaking decisions based on the good of their futures and not on what is convenient for them. I want to be clear and say that I do not blame the teachers, they are by far under paid and all their freedoms as educators have been completely striped away from them.

So imagine you walk into your child’s elementary school to volunteer for Media Mom, which is when a parents comes into the school to bring a classroom to the media center to choose a book to check out for home. I am looking forward to seeing my daughter and her classmates and love hearing about their adventures and all the very hilarious stories they tell me (over shares) about their parents and siblings!! Except, as I’m going to down the hallway to the classroom I see a group of students walking in a straight line from the cafeteria with their little lunch bags and their heads hung down. No smiles, no hellos… nothing.

I felt horrible as they passed by me, like I wanted to start jumping and making silly faces just to get them to smile. To see these tiny little people have no expression on their faces and to think that I drop my child off here every morning with hugs and kisses and thinking that they are off to explore and learn… but really they are off into the hands of a system that is slowing striping them of their child hood innocence. Curiosity, Imagination, Story Telling, Learning how to be a friend, To be a leader… what we are teaching them is that school = no fun. How can we expect any child to wake up and be excited about attending a place that makes them march in a line and does not allow talking during lunch, that does not give them outdoor time to run free and play…

I did all of those things in school, we talked at lunch, we ran around, we lied to the teacher that all 3 of us girls HAD to go to the bathroom at the same time and it was an absolute emergency just so that we could all gather in the tiny stinky bathroom and talk about our plans for the weekend and hopefully miss out on just enough creative writing that the bell would ring for recess. Did I become a failure in life because of these things? NO. Did my talking during lunch time with friends mean that I didn’t eat my lunch and went hungry for the rest of the afternoon? Maybe, but I’m sure I learned the lesson the next day and ate a little more.

If I look at my childhood and my experience in school, I have fond memories of so many wonderful things that just do not exist in the school systems anymore. That makes me sad. It makes me sad because I don’t know how my children will be affected by that, if it will mean they won’t be successful or if they will grow up to have social issues, if they will grow to hate school further as they age and not want to attend college… its the unknowns that scare me.

What I do know is that I went to school, I played, I had fun, I talked, I had arts, I had music, I went on field trips, I had class parties… and I turned out well rounded, successful and loved every minute of my childhood. I wasn’t a “fan” of school but I didn’t hate it. In fact, I wish as an adult that I could go back and do it over again because it was probably some of the best years of my life.

Are my kids going to feel that way? I doubt it…