Go to Homeschool My Education Among the Strange Kids of Rural Georgia in the 90s

Jon Bois:

"To a very great degree, school is a place where children learn to be stupid." - John Holt

My brother's first-grade classroom was a repurposed janitor's closet. There wasn't enough room for aisles, so he and his 40 classmates would crawl over the tops of the desks to enter and exit the room. They went on exactly one field trip that year, to one of the actual, honest-to-God classrooms the Cherokee County, Georgia, school system was frantically building to catch up to the massive influx of families moving to suburban Atlanta. "You'd better be on your best behavior," his teacher said, "or we'll never move into this classroom." They never did.

I reckon that my fourth-grade classroom, on the other end of the school, didn't suffer from as many health-code violations. There were a half-dozen leaks in the ceiling, but those would have probably helped if the classroom had ever caught on fire. We didn't really have aisles either; the desks were arranged in a sort of amorphous jumble to avoid the drips from above.

My parents were more concerned with the curriculum than what the classroom looked like. In third grade up North, I was learning long division, and then we moved to Georgia, where I stepped down to single-digit addition and subtraction. Worksheets featured such problems as 6-2, 3+9, even the occasional 1+1. One day, the kid next to me scooted his desk over. I thought he was going to laugh with me about the 1+1. He spoke in a thoroughly Southern drawl I was still getting used to. "You know how to do this? I don't get it," he said as he pointed at the first problem on his worksheet. Eight plus zero.

Posted by Jim Zellmer at June 10, 2013 1:18 AM
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