I worry about the future of humanity some days more than others. Today is one of those days.
My nephew told me he was helping out in his daughter’s class while they were practicing writing the letter “i”. When they finished the row, their reward was getting to color the igloo at the bottom of the page.
Wait for it ……. the kids all had to color it white because the school demands “realistic depictions” and the only proper color for an igloo is white.
Also, the school doesn’t allow coloring with black crayons because then they can’t see if the budding automatons have colored outside the lines.
As one who has colored my share of purple igloos, this makes me feel a bit hopeless. Why do we think we’re helping our kids when we’re afraid to let them play, quash their individuality, and destroy any crumb of creativity clinging to them?