With apologies to the teachers who reared my children, and to Pres. Bush's "No Child Left Behind" act, I must say that this video expresses my feelings about everything from attention deficit syndrome, to those awful "history hat" projects my children were subjected to in middle school.
What I remember from grade school was not lessons, learning math tables, etc. It was playing outside on the playground where we swept pine straw into neat borders and created elaborate cities where everyone had a purpose. My little "house" connected to my "bakery" where I made pretend bread and cakes. My friend was a doctor. When I played at home, I created an oven from a concrete block. On vacation, I opened the "door" of the window air conditioner, and stored "Sorry" game pawns in the "refrigerator." I wanted to cook.
So I married a man who loved to eat. :)
The thing that likely saved my kids from a life of crime, was marching band. Movement, music, the ability to put the two together and wire their brains to work with their feet, their lips, their breathing, their fingers, their eyes, their memory, periphereal vision, math, counting, mental patterns, posture. It is miraculous. And natural. One likes to cook, the other could care less. But they both play an instrument and their intelligence is like sparks flying across an electrical matrix. Marvelous, wonderful.
I loved that Sir Ken said there are people who must move to think. I must talk to think. Other people live in their heads and must think to talk. Some must draw to think. Some must see to draw.
To me, this is diversity. Not skin color.
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