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I graduated from public school. My son goes to an overpriced (it will be worth it in the end they tell me) Catholic parochial school. When I thumb through his homework now, I literally can only do the English and literature he brings home. Everything else is gibberish. He's in 10th grade taking chemistry and his second year of French.

In 10th grade I was playing dodgeball in PE and enjoying my favorite class called Outdoor Education. Yes, Outdoor Education. This year long class consisted of the following. Every Monday, we would "learn" the rules of a particular game. Football, soccer etc. If it was raining, Chess, Backgammon and even monopoly. The following Tuesday through Friday was spent actually playing that particular game. We actually got credits toward graduation for this!!! To top that off, every other Friday, we would all bring items for a cookout, as we would head down to the creek behind the school, build a fire and cook hotdogs and hamburgers. I'm not kidding here. I'm not sure why, but that class was only offered one more year after that. I was one of the lucky ones that got to experience that.

So sure, @ will be prepared for his SAT's, he'll prolly get into a decent college and graduate to a nice career and make a lot of money. But he'll always have that little empty space the whole time, because he wasn't Educated on the Outdoors like we were in 1983. Maybe he'll find away to pull through.

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