Next time you’re looking to kill half an hour, read this fascinating trilogy of pieces about an American family who placed their three children in a Russian-language school in Moscow. They first floundered, but finally found their footing and flourished. (Accidental alliteration? Never.)
My thoughts about their experience were very strong, but also very conflicted:
- Good for them! Not enough kids get to have an experience like that.
- Would the kids have wanted that experience, though, if they had asked them?
- Of course not. Left to their own devices, most kids won’t even brush their teeth.
- Is education supposed to be stressful to the point at which kids don’t have enough energy to have fun on the weekends — only to recover?
- That kind of attitude has landed our country at the bottom of the test-score pile.
- Who cares about test scores? Are they really learning?
- They’re learning a foreign language, and fluently! You know you would have loved to do that as a kid.
- Yes, but I would have wanted it to be my decision, and I would have wanted it to be in a less insular and pampered environment. For $10,000 in yearly tuition, they should be flying to the moon by now.
- Your own school costs more than that. So does the school where you teach.
- My school’s not in Moscow.
- Moscow has the fourth-highest cost of living in the world. Baltimore isn’t even ranked.
- Are you actually doing Internet research to support your argument against yourself?
- …
It disintegrated further from there, but I’m not settled, even if the odds seem to have won the day. Anyway, it’s a pretty interesting story.