The Testimony of a Teacher

March 7th, 2011

“Do you swear to tell the truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?”

“I do,” I said, then lowered my hand and sat down. My homeschooling friend sat to the left of the courtroom, and her cheating ex-husband with his new wife sat to the right. He fiercely opposed his children being homeschooled and was venomous about it. He glared at me in a scowl as I took the stand.

“So you’re a certified teacher; is that correct?” my friend’s lawyer began.

“Yes.”

“Where did you earn your certification, and where have you taught?”

“I earned my Bachelor’s degree at California State University at Northridge, earning my teacher certification in California. I became re-certified in Texas, taking all their teacher exams. I then taught at a private school in Texas for two years. I taught in London, England for two years, at an American school. Then I taught three more years in Texas as a public school teacher.”

“And yet you now homeschool your own children?”

“Yes.”

“What made you decide to homeschool your children?”

“First off, one-on-one instruction is always better than mass instruction. Just think about it. Even the richest kids on earth, in the best private schools money can buy, if they have trouble learning a concept, they will get a tutor. This proves that one-on-one instruction trumps mass instruction, and the reason why is that the student gets individualized attention. The instructor doesn’t move on until material is mastered. If the student is lost, it will be obvious to the teacher, who is only looking at one person.

In my classroom, I used to call on one student at a time for reading aloud. I had up to 45 kids in one class. If one student could have read for the entire hour, he would have advanced in his reading far, far more than the two minutes he would have read in the classroom. There is just no comparison.

This is especially important when children are young. If a child does not understand a math concept, and the class moves on, woe to that child. He will only fall further and further behind. One math concept builds on another. It is crucial for children to master these concepts, and as you can see from our national testing compared to other countries, we are failing in the schools catastrophically. Why should my friend be forced to participate in a failing system?

When I first started teaching, I used to assign writing assignments every day. But I stopped doing that. Why? I had 100 students coming through my classroom each day. If each of them turned in one page of writing per day, I had 1000 pages to analyze and correct at home. That’s like reading War and Peace every week, except that I had to grade the papers. I was so weary that I just couldn’t do it any more. I’m not saying that teachers in the school system are bad. What we are being asked to do is impossible.

Yet with homeschooling, you are in an ideal situation. The child can advance as fast as is humanly possible. Furthermore, the parent is the ideal teacher because she wants the best for her child, and she will move heaven and earth to research what the best is, and deliver it. No one knows the child as much as the parent, and weaknesses can be strengthened much more easily because they are known. Strengths can be developed to a much deeper level, because so much more time is available. Homeschoolers can accomplish in two hours what took me a whole day to accomplish in the classroom. It’s the truth. I’ve been on both sides.”

The lawyer asked, “What about socialization?”

I sighed. “I never let my students speak during class. Socialization was not allowed. Homeschoolers don’t have homework, and they have way more time to socialize than their public school friends who can’t play because they have homework.

Since when is peer age segregation the ideal? I remember when I myself was in school. I looked down on and scorned anyone beneath my grade level. Anyone above my grade level would scorn me. Is scorn correct socialization? The homeschool students that I know get along with all ages and are not snobby towards anyone. They can speak intelligently with an adult as well.”

The lawyer asked many more questions about the competency of my friend. Could she actually teach her children as well as a certified teacher could?

“I knew many certified teachers in the school system who were lousy. A true teacher is anyone who is willing to break down a concept for someone else. The education classes I took at university to become certified were mostly drivel. The History of Education in America was the most boring class I’ve ever taken. It was a bunch of fluff. Basically, certification is just a piece of paper. Yes, you had to pass exams, but that never proved that a person would be a good teacher.”

The lawyer had no further questions. I was briefly cross-examined. When I stepped down, my friend smiled at me with a beautiful smile.

He Believes in Me

March 4th, 2011

he-believes-in-me He believes in me! My husband believes in me! This is the story of how my husband knew that I would be a good speaker before he ever heard me speak.

“Should I give up going to a refreshing homeschool conference workshop to be a part of a panel on math and science? They’ve asked me to be a part of the panel. I turned them down for so many years when they asked me to teach a workshop. They finally stopped asking me. It used to be fun speaking to homeschool women, but not when I’m missing workshops. Anyway, a panel might be easy. You just sit there and answer questions. Should I do it?” I was hoping that my husband would say no.

“Yes, I think you should.” Bummer. I didn’t want to miss the workshops. That was my favorite time of year, better than Christmas, and now I was going to spoil it by working. For free. And missing one of my favorite speakers.

I said, “Who would listen to me when a world-renowned speaker was speaking opposite me? The room is going to be empty. So what’s the use?”

“Susan, you could be a world-renowned speaker.”

His statement hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt like I had the wind knocked out of me, except I was happy. I realized that I had what it took to be a great speaker: tons of fun information delivered with heart and style. I suddenly realized that my husband believed in me.

I was part of the panel that year, and I only spoke for 5 or 10 minutes, since there were 6 people on the panel. I felt restless. I wanted to get up and speak, and I wanted people who wanted my information to come.

The next year I decided to do a workshop entitled “Early Childhood Education”. It ended up being a big hit. It was so much fun. The women were on the edge of their seats laughing and enjoying me. They took pages and pages of notes about what I was saying. People came up afterwards and thanked me for all the fresh ideas. I felt so happy, like I was on a high. Speaking gave me a high. I was hooked. I’ve been a speaker ever since! And all because my husband believed in me!

Everyone Pretends to Love Cooking

March 3rd, 2011

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I was at a women’s meeting from my church, and we were going around the room, stating our names and something we liked to do. Nearly all of the women included cooking as something they enjoyed doing. It seemed so conventional, like it was a requirement for a Proverbs 31 woman (who never cooked, but had servants to cook for her).

It seemed like people were saying they enjoyed it because everyone else said it, including the pastor’s wife. I wondered if some of the people were lying. Even chefs, after a long day, don’t feel like cooking. My mother-in-law absolutely loves cooking (and is good at it), and I saw in her fridge and freezer only ready-made foods. There was no ground beef or chicken or anything with which to make things from scratch. So do all these women really enjoy cooking, or is that a farce?

When it came to my turn, half the women had spoken already. I said, “How nice for you guys, that you like to cook!” (Everyone laughed.) “I enjoy yard saling.” (Notice, I never said I didn’t like cooking. I just implied it. And now I’m branded as a person who hates cooking, which is not exactly true. I’m just a normal person who sometimes likes to cook, and sometimes not.)

After I said this, almost everyone after me said they hated cooking. Really? Is this possible? That nearly everyone before me loved cooking, and everyone after didn’t? This is highly suspect in a room full of 25 women. No… I think when people realized that I wasn’t lynched for insinuating that I didn’t like to cook, they let out a big sigh of relief. Anyone who accomplishes anything during the day will usually come to the dinner hour with very little energy, especially if she is a homeschooling mother who works 24/7.

It’s okay not to make everything from scratch. It’s not a sin. Don’t feel guilty if you prepare ready-made food for your family, like heating up a frozen lasagna. Enjoy cooking whenever you can. But don’t feel bad about cutting corners so that you can have more energy for your family, which has more eternal value than food that is swallowed.

Old Songs of Bygone Days

March 2nd, 2011

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After writing my love story a couple of weeks ago, I was looking for some feel-good music that would take me back in time. As I blasted the music and sang with gusto to my husband, I told him this was how I felt about him before we were married, and that I still felt this way. He grinned and thought I looked too preoccupied to cook, so he took the spatula out of my hand and continued cooking as I sang into a pretend microphone. I could tell he didn’t even like the songs, that he was putting up with my nonsense just to be nice. But he grinned nonetheless.

The sappy music brought back memories of when my sister used to babysit me. She would crank up the tunes, and all four of us girls would sing and dance around the room, skating with our wool slippers across the hard floor. Ahhh, yes. The bygone days. The music brings back all the feelings associated with that era. My whole life was before me back then. My dreams were as big as the universe. The possibilities for my life were endless and exciting.

More memories were triggered, and I saw my parents slow dancing to 50’s music. I thought it was cute, and it made me feel secure. My dad played those 50’s records on the record player. Sometimes the record would skip, and we would pick up the needle and place it back down on the record.

I remember playing 50’s music when I made a restaurant in my sister’s bedroom. It was a romantic cafe. I had a tablecloth on a card table with two folding chairs. I lit candles and my three sisters helped me to serve my parents from the menu. My parents picked whatever dessert they wanted, and I went back to the kitchen to have my older sister scoop out the ice cream into two dishes. My parents looked happy at my restaurant. The ambiance was wonderful. Life was happy.

Sometimes it’s fun just to crank up music and be silly with your family. Love songs are particularly good to play when you are alone with your husband, since music from your dating days will evoke the same emotions that were there when you heard them back then. Music is powerful in improving your mood as well. So go ahead and crank up the music. Let the good times roll…