It’s something that I complain about often, but not always around the same people — I generally consider myself a victim of the Public School System. I wasn’t anything like the success stories about people who graduated with honors or careers ahead of them or anything. I sucked at school. Not that I wasn’t smart, I just didn’t fit in. I had a big imagination, wildly fluctuating emotions, lots of energy, and I loved to learn.

Naturally, there was no place for me in the closed-minded, rigidly-defined, “leave no child behind” education system in California. It wasn’t all horrible: I did make friends at various points along the way, all of whom helped me tremendously while I struggled to find ways to stimulate my mind while my classes were busy sucking all of the life and soul out of me.

I got in fights. I threw tantrums. I refused to do homework and take tests. I stayed outside after recess was over, and I stayed inside to read when I was supposed to go out and play. In my fifth grade art class, I drew a European-styled dragon while the rest of the class was forced to draw Asian-styled dragons. (I’ve since come to terms with their differences, and now appreciate both styles of dragons for what they are.)

I don’t … trust them. Public Schools. I want to be a writer, I want to work from home, and I want to teach my children myself. I think at some point it’s important they attend a public school so they can see what it’s like, but I want it to be their choice. I want to give them the option of learning without limits: without the politics, the enforced curriculum, the budget cuts, or being forced to go the pace of the rest of the class…