As Chris leaves for work, he mentions that he already has taken dinner from the freezer, it’s completely sorted. My brain acknowledges this fact and promptly blacklists any further dinner thought. I don’t need to concern myself with dinner, it is taken care of. So I don’t.
When children begin school, they get a similar message; learning is taken care of. What you need to know, you’ll be brought, when you need to know it by your teacher. Your teacher has it covered.
Nott only do they inform you that they have it covered, they express in so many different ways that they can cover this role even better than you could have ever begun to.
And how do you think this information transforms the child’s relationship with learning?
Suddenly, you don’t have to concern yourself with learning, you only need to keep this newly appointed gatekeeper of knowledge happy so that they continue to let you in on all the secrets.
Sometimes when my daughter asks me questions, I’m reminded of a time I had a similar thought but 8 year old me? I never asked. I never followed it up. I didn’t bother. Learning was not my domain to initiate.
Whatever I happened to stumble upon was either coming up via my teacher at a later date or it wasn’t and therefore must be fairly irrelevant. If something is important? Surely school is aware more so than I could be. I left the teaching to them.
I trusted school to cover my learning. Parents trust school. Society trusts school.
I know people will say “oh but school is only meant to be a piece of the puzzle” but it is sold as the piece that makes the rest of the picture make any sense. It is given the most time. It is given the most weight.
Compulsory schooling displaces a child’s responsibility, it detaches them from it and it promises them reward for doing so; “success”.
I was convinced to blacklist my own learning and it was the wrong choice. School should never have been the authority on my learning, that was always meant to be me.