Why I'm Glad I Went to Public School
I started my education in Catholic school, where I was lucky to get a start with phonics, foreign languages and the spelling bee. Nail polish wasn't allowed but critical thought was encouraged, with a heavy grade-school emphasis on compassion and generosity toward others. Not all students sent to a Catholic school are Catholic, and each one I attended featured a curriculum that studied different religions and stressed the common ground of shared values. The only negative learning experience I can remember is a school librarian not wanting me to check out science books she thought were too advanced for one so young.
Living in California in seventh grade, I was pulled out of Catholic school and sent to public school for the first time. First came the culture shock -- being clad in plaid day in and day out doesn't give you much guidance on how to dress, never mind that 1988 wasn't exactly a banner year for fashion anyway.
Once I slowly got the hang of those vile acid-washed jeans with zippers on the ankles (and bows, in case anyone is trying to forget), I got the hang of staking out my place in this new world. And I did the best thing possible: made friends who were supposedly bad for me. Yes, we did things like flip through issues of Cosmo at the drug store, pass notes in class and talk a lot about boys, and sneak in to watch Pretty Woman, which was the only thing bordering on not legal (though I don't see an MPAA-ratings police at theaters). I learned how to do makeup, went through the awkward junior high dances where friends matchmake ("my friend thinks you're cute…"), and had my first big crush on a boy from one of those dances (the song: Def Leppard's "Love Bites").
And though the education itself was fine -- as was the teacher who thankfully told me that even though I was 8th-grade-awkward I'd be better looking my freshman year of college (trust me, I held onto that) -- the greatest education came from meeting people who were so different. My dear friend Heather's life was a complete mess: her mom was in prison for drugs and prostitution, her stepfather had raped her, she lost her virginity when she was 10 years old. Yet as hopeless as her world was around her, she was always keen on being there when others needed a shoulder, ready with a smile and a joke, and being a veritable encyclopedia on Guns 'N' Roses. I learned more from Heather about resilience and kindness than I did about Axl Rose.
The best learning experiences we have in school aren't always the ones adults would have picked for us.
It's also an extreme reminder that school serves as a necessary refuge for many, many kids whose parents range from mediocre to functionally nonexistent. You may decry these families, both single- and two-parent, or futilely try to convince less-than-stellar parents that they're not the model families they may make themselves out to be, but the fact remains that kids need a place to escape and grow into adults.
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