Quote a local unschooler:  "Just got finished working a thirteen hour day! I got a lot accomplished, it was great! Going to bed right now. G'night all!"

I love everything about unschooling.  I love that my kids get to unschool.

Imagine loving the process of education.  I mean, really truly LOVING it.  Imagine the possibility that average childhood is wondrous, education exciting, families closely bonded, each day more new.  Imagine a world where education is empowering rather than defeating.  Imagine an education in smart and clever and creative rather than dull and bureaucratic and compulsive. Imagine fresh, revolutionary, unexpected, and independent.

Imagine your child with serious eyes, taking their work seriously, in control of meaning, believing their own work matters.  Imagine a lot less strife and a lot more joy, children getting consistently smarter, continually apt to surprise.

Imagine that what you thought mattered does not matter.  This has been my experience of unschooling.   Didn't we all hope there was more?  There is.  And its not being taught in school.

Dear Daughter asked me, "What does English mean and why do they teach it in school if everyone already knows how to speak?''  I told her its the study of grammar, punctuation, how to write creatively and factually, how to read and speak well, how to think critically about classic and contemporary writing.   She was silent a moment and I added, "And you are covering all of that by unschooling."  She wondered if that included her blogging time.  "Partly," was my answer.