"I'm definitely going to homeschool my children " I announced to my mother the other night, curled up in front of The Moorside (though admittedly, the family we were watching onscreen did not provide a great example for a lack of formal education.) "It's worked better for me."
"But school was important for your social skills" Mum pointed out, taking a sip of tea.
"Yeah. But there's clubs and stuff for that. And it's just-"
One of the sensations that come to mind when I think about school is the sensations of the collar of my blouse itching like mad and the rasp of the material under my arms. Having AS in a school blouse is a nightmare for your sensory perception.
"I don't know. The feeling of being trapped there. Not able to leave when you want. And the education changes all the time. I mean, K has 3 hours of homework a night and she's 14."
I curled up on the couch. "I don't want my kids' lives to consist of homework. If I sent them to a school, I'd send them to one like The King Alfred School."
"London. The kids don't have homework until they're eleven. And they don't take exams until Year Ten. So they get to actually be kids. And a lot of them get into Oxbridge."
"That might be because of who they know."
"Nah. Oxbridge is impressed by the fact they don't just recite an essay structure. They think creatively."
The truth is, I'd rather my kids think creatively than be able to recite the exact essay structure of PEE. And yes, that acronym is as ridiculous as it sounds.