Anonymous wrote:I went to public. Top test scores in the state in elementary school, gifted program later (once we had one), top college early decision(whatever the term for a non-Ivy college on the US News Top 5 list for a liberal arts school is), crappy grad school (partial scholarship) but I knocked it out of the park and got a top job in my field. I work very hard every day, just like many people with all sorts of backgrounds do. I did not come from money and borrowed my way through grad school (except for what the scholarship covered).
I was raised that grades and never messing up are the very most important thing in life. Don't get an A? You have to drop out of the school play. Dent Mom's car? Lose your driver's license. Get a C because you can't stand that crabby English teacher? Grounded - totally - no TV, no phone, no nothing - for 6 months. NOT GOOD ENOUGH - MUST TRY HARDER.
But here's the thing: While I was busy trying harder, I never learned to paint, to dance, to laugh, to make real friends. School was always sink or swim, both in grades and socially. There was no such thing as "service learning" or "social learning."
DC#1 is at a private. As a first grader, the painting and other art skills already surpass mine. The interest in music is amazing. The delight in all sorts of things is a wonder. The e-mails I get about what "social unit" is being focused on that week or month seem like good things. Yes, it's an academic school, but it is more. I feel already that DC#1 has more paths open that lead to happiness. I really don't care about exmissions.
I know nothing about modern public schools; I graduated from mine more than 25 years ago. We live in DC. I bought the party line in our neighborhood about not sending the kids to public without checking into it. All I know is that I am very happy with my child's school, that I hope it works out as well for DC#2, and that I never want to teach my kids that all they are is the last grades they got, the last bonuses they made, the school names on their diplomas, or the prestige of the companies for which they work. The gift my children have given me is that I am finally good enough. I have many titles and roles, but my very favorite one is Momma. I hope their very favorite ones are their own names.
Thank you for reminding us what really is important.
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