I think I spent a year in preschool. It was a small red building, called The Little Red Schoolhouse. I remember those months being filled with terror, punctuated with calm moments of eating Fig Newtons and drawing.
The one moment I very distinctly remember was the end of preschool: being taken home early, leaving The Little Red Schoolhouse for the last time with a sprinkled doughnut in my hand, and feeling like I was flying away from that stupid little house with heaters that I was absolutely certain had stolen my hair clips. (They weren’t in the lost and found. I knew the heaters had eaten them.)
The next few years I spent at home. My parents had had enough of the school system. Seeing me crying every day they dropped me off at school, dressing in black to communicate my utter hatred of that place, convinced them that it was really not the right decision.
Homeschooling drastically altered the way my life worked. Through the books and courses that my mom began to teach us with, I learned about lowercase writing, and cursive, and how all the writing that I did should have a picture with it because creative things were the best things. My sisters and I were encouraged to do whatever we thought was cool, and while my sisters went every week to ballet classes, I experimented with martial arts, Girl Scouts and writing, writing and more writing.
Innovators come in all shapes and sizes, and not one has an identical background to another. My years as a homeschooler let me discover who I was and what I was passionate about. When we moved to Cabot, I was ready to try school again (after a terrible experience 4 years ago at Twinfield).
Admittedly, the transition from homeschooling to public school was kind of rough. I worked hard to be as unique and amazing as I could, before I realized that, while it was good to be creative, it was probably better expressed in subtler ways that didn’t make everyone think I was an idiot.
My previous post explained how I thought that all the conclusions that these authors were drawing are pretty obvious to the students (innovators) in question, but I think I probably have a stronger reaction to the writing than most people. Because of my experiences when I was younger, it’s clear to me that, in order to mature and become a truly unique and creative person, it’s necessary to develop your passions and your personality by yourself.
Being an innovator, I think, is certainly about being able to be passionate and purposeful about what you do, and being able to think creatively about problems. But it’s also about being unique, open minded and ready to express yourself while you do things you really love to do. Being an innovator means you’re inspiring and you can help people do their best, and help them figure out (directly or indirectly) what they’re passionate about.
The one moment I very distinctly remember was the end of preschool: being taken home early, leaving The Little Red Schoolhouse for the last time with a sprinkled doughnut in my hand, and feeling like I was flying away from that stupid little house with heaters that I was absolutely certain had stolen my hair clips. (They weren’t in the lost and found. I knew the heaters had eaten them.)
The next few years I spent at home. My parents had had enough of the school system. Seeing me crying every day they dropped me off at school, dressing in black to communicate my utter hatred of that place, convinced them that it was really not the right decision.
Homeschooling drastically altered the way my life worked. Through the books and courses that my mom began to teach us with, I learned about lowercase writing, and cursive, and how all the writing that I did should have a picture with it because creative things were the best things. My sisters and I were encouraged to do whatever we thought was cool, and while my sisters went every week to ballet classes, I experimented with martial arts, Girl Scouts and writing, writing and more writing.
Innovators come in all shapes and sizes, and not one has an identical background to another. My years as a homeschooler let me discover who I was and what I was passionate about. When we moved to Cabot, I was ready to try school again (after a terrible experience 4 years ago at Twinfield).
Admittedly, the transition from homeschooling to public school was kind of rough. I worked hard to be as unique and amazing as I could, before I realized that, while it was good to be creative, it was probably better expressed in subtler ways that didn’t make everyone think I was an idiot.
My previous post explained how I thought that all the conclusions that these authors were drawing are pretty obvious to the students (innovators) in question, but I think I probably have a stronger reaction to the writing than most people. Because of my experiences when I was younger, it’s clear to me that, in order to mature and become a truly unique and creative person, it’s necessary to develop your passions and your personality by yourself.
Being an innovator, I think, is certainly about being able to be passionate and purposeful about what you do, and being able to think creatively about problems. But it’s also about being unique, open minded and ready to express yourself while you do things you really love to do. Being an innovator means you’re inspiring and you can help people do their best, and help them figure out (directly or indirectly) what they’re passionate about.