It’s 8:30 on a Thursday night, in the foothills north of San Diego. I’m sitting with my windows open writing tweets for rebelEducator, when I hear a group of neighborhood boys ride by on their bikes.
One of them yells “imagine this, but on motorcycles!”
That. That, in one gleeful imaginative childish shout, sums up why I’m doing this — why I’m spending all my time writing about education.
I’m writing about what’s wrong with school — and about all the other options that are readily available — so parents pull their kids out.
So that sense of joy and wonder isn’t crushed.
So kids can spend less time on stuff that doesn’t matter, and more time on the childhood that does.