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Monday, August 22, 2011

Unschoolers At Summer Camp: What We Learned

not doing this today after five weeks feels weird--and good.

For five weeks, Olivia and Adam attended a local day camp. We'd get up early, and while they got ready for the day by packing their gear, I'd construct nutritious and sustaining lunches for them. After, we'd get in the van and drive the twenty minutes necessary to navigate around the expansive Scarborough Marsh. During our trips, we'd discuss current events, things going on at camp or with them, music, history and countless other things. Upon arrival, they'd grab their back packs, say good-bye and they'd be off for the day.

I could see the fire and smoke plume from other side of the marsh

Since the kids had attended this camp four years ago, we knew a little about what to expect, though this round, Olivia was participating as a counselor-in-training (CIT), and this would be for a longer stretch. In many ways it was a very positive experience; the kids are inches taller, leaner, stronger, egg-brown, and their hair is streaked with sun. They learned things about themselves, faced challenges and most importantly, learned what not to keep for their own and they had many opportunities to realize the extent of their own vast knowledge and competencies. Some of the challenges would be overwhelmingly positive, and others not.

For instance, Adam, 12, who dislikes heights, persevered and learned to love doing a number of things on the ropes course, including the "Flying Squirrel", (like this) where one is harnessed, runs off an embankment and just as one catches air, is hoisted up, swinging in huge arcs, thirty feet in the air. Adam said he liked to strike a Superman pose. We, as well as Adam also heard from counselors about what great kid he is. He was named "Camper Of The Week", three weeks running and was given the Counselor Award because, "this guy was like having a third counselor around and I never had to tell him what to do and he was always helping out."

model camper

And yet, while our friendly and helpful camper would recount his day, wherein he often spent the entire ropes period belaying other campers instead of having his own time on ropes, we'd also hear about how he took to sitting off by himself at lunch as to avoid having food chucked at his head. Apparently, it was normal lunchtime behavior for 12-14 year old kids to wing carrot sticks and pizza crusts at each other. These were the same kids who, when they learned that Adam did not attend school, asked, but how do you learn? He's also the same kid that while in Environmental Education period was the only one who had seen King Corn and brought Monsanto's evil ways up for discussion. Daily, he was appalled (and bored) at the lack of knowledge being shared during his Outdoor Living Skills course (no fire building? no food prep? no tree and leaf identification? no knife skills taught?) Luckily, Adam remembered learning about debris shelter building, which came in handy when he and his team had to build one so they could win their game of camouflage. (BTW, I tried to find a link about how to play this children in the woods game and all I got were links to digital media.)

For Olivia, 14, though her experiences were somewhat different, they hit a similar note throughout. She was equally well-liked, by many counselors, her peers, and other children. She came home with hilarious tales of the smaller children and their daily antics. Our favorite tale is the one about how, as she washed up at the small and low sinks in the restroom, she said to one of the five year old campers that, goodness, I'm too tall for these sinks and it's harder for me to use these or something like that, and the little girl looks at her with a serious and concerned expression and says, "I'm sorry you're so big". Olivia, nearly 5'8", could only thank her for her concern.

Olivia enjoyed working with groups to find ways for them to have more fun, often when the counselors themselves didn't take the time or seemed apathetic. She organized kids into orderly lines so they could fill up their watering cans easily instead of rushing the tub all at once or she thought the little ones capable enough to pick up five pieces of balloon, each, from the grounds after a water balloon battle, and they did, with joy. Sadly, when she suggested this strategy, the counselors nearby just brushed Olivia off, rolling their eyes and insisting the littles wouldn't and couldn't handle such a task, with a sound they won't do it, so don't bother. She ignored their derision.

Olivia, typically organized and always looking for efficient means to complete tasks, particularly liked being part of the CIT bake sale that was to raise money for their group camping trip. For several evenings, Olivia would come home and whip up a large batch of something, bag it up and have it ready for the next morning. The CITs did meet their financial goal of $400.

CIT bakesale
photo courtesy of Olivia

When Olivia spent time assisting the Environmental Ed counselor, she was thanked for being very helpful and for providing ideas and inspiration for future activities. That counselor was one of the few who, while still questioning Olivia about unschooling, was doing so in a respectful and interested manner. Sadly, this was not the same situation a couple of weeks later when Olivia was grilled during lunch by a couple of counselors regarding her education, or rather, their perceived lack of one. She left that incident feeling ridiculed and offended by their rudeness and put in an uncomfortable situation with adult authority figures. (And unschoolers are interrogated about socialization?) We all discussed the situation with the staff the next day, but it's difficult to say whether any true understanding on their part, resulted. That incident and with the many, many examples the kids reported of children being berated for not staying in seats during art or crossing a line in the grass during sports, gave us a small sample of what school is like for children. (None of us can understand why children were pulled from activities and taken to the office for such behavior, especially when we consider that this is a summer camp-that parents pay for-so their kids can have fun, and we would hope, have the freedom that the summer months should provide.)

About that camping trip the CITs took; the one they were told would be two nights and upon arrival at camp were told would only be one, having packed for two. The sketchy camp site at a place not on the lake, the complete lack of planning for meals or supplies needed (not for lack of trying on Olivia's part: utensils she said, condiments she said, vegetarian meal ideas, she said). The outing to a fun park not in the plan, the inability to start a fire, the work of setting up and taking down in a short span of time-all of it spoke to a complete lack of direction, competence and leadership on the part of the CIT counselor, and even some of the CITs. Understandably, Olivia was frustrated, as were we. And it spoke to the lack of skills in preparedness, decision making, and planning that every single one of those involved, with the exception of Olivia, and her education was the one called into question! If this is evidence of their schooling, we can and will continue to do without.

Which is why when I found myself in chat with Clark Aldrich late last week and subsequently the kids received a copy each of his book, Unschooling Rules in the mail (many thanks, Clark!) it felt good. No, great. Because it was a needed and reassuring reminder that there are indeed others out there who understand how our children learn, should be and could be learning. So often I've thought of Chapter 4: Twenty-five critical skills are seldom taught, tested, or graded in high school (in it he lists Behaving Ethically, Being a Leader, Prioritizing Tasks and Goals, Sourcing/Buying/Procuring Goods and Services) over this weekend, a fact made abundantly clear to all of us over the past five weeks.

It is also good, and great, that we are home for a few days, busy preparing to attend our second Northeast Unschooling Conference for five, whole, glorious, energizing days. We're looking forward to long hours connecting with new and old friends, games, crafts, dancing, laughing and meals shared, all within an environment that understands learning in freedom.

Finally, what we learned, and most importantly, what Adam and Olivia learned about themselves while attending summer camp, is that they possess tremendous knowledge, skill and qualities that make them excellent planners and leaders. They learned that while some are open and interested upon discovering they are learning and living without school, many more are uninterested, irritated and defensive. While this truth wasn't exactly an unknown with the kids, this was an intense confrontation with that truth, and one they handled with graciousness and wit. As for goal setting and preparedness, Olivia is already planning to take the leader-in-training (LIT) next year and Adam plans to do the CIT program when he is eligible in two years. Summer camp wasn't ideal in many ways, but personal growth happened and challenges were overcome or dealt with regardless. The experiences the kids had this summer overall, were enriching and taught them much, about themselves and others.



Friday, May 8, 2009

Weekend At Koviashuvik With The Knapps

(This took place over Sat-Sun, May 2-3, 2009).


In the last part of The Earth Is Our Home Series with Chris and Ashirah Knapp, we joined them at their home this time (which also serves as The Koviashuvik Local Living School).

Upon arrival, we greeted one another, all friends by now, and I handed Ashirah some anise hyssop from our garden, along with a large shell that their son Owen claimed immediately. Next, we were given a tour of their land and buildings, all managed, built, and designed by Chris and Ashirah. First we toured their root cellar, which is an earth berm structure, so it stays a uniform temperature year-round. This is where they store all of their produce, meat and dairy. Ashirah shared with us some apples from last fall, still fresh and crisp.



Then Chris showed us the saw mill that they decided to purchase after considering the benefits it would bring. As all of the structures are built from lumber from their land, it was important and necessary to have a way to mill and plane the wood without the expense of renting tools or hiring someone else to come in and do the work for them. Chris explained that they share the mill with a friend, so the benefits of owning the mill serve them and another family. As Chris explained, Owen demonstrated proper hammering. He's three, smart and so knowledgeable already.



A short walk into the woods later, Ashirah and Chris showed us the spring they use for all of their water needs, how to properly collect water and how to keep the spring free of dirt and debris.



Next, we were shown another earth berm building, this time a greenhouse. This building was beyond cool. We all wanted to go home and build one the second we saw it. Chris explained that the building was just finished last fall and that it's not being used to it's full efficiency, but this tidbit was pretty much lost on all of us considering the two of them built the greenhouse themselves and there were actual growing plants in it. I told my kids not to ever complain again that we do too many weekend projects. Inside the greenhouse is where the Knapps keep their recycled washing machine that is powered by bicycle. They are still working out problems with this set-up at the moment, ones that the Knapps will surely solve in due time.








After the greenhouse tour, we were shown around the five acres of land they cleared by hand where the Knapps keep their gardens, orchard, chickens, two small ponds and home. Once again, Owen had food on his mind as he dug over-wintered carrots out of the ground.





After a quick hello to the chickens, we toured the Knapp home. They recently built an addition and they plan to move the summer kitchen up the hill. The Knapp home has a small footprint but is huge on space efficiency. And it was built entirely by them from materials gathered on their own land or from sources like Uncle Henry's.

Since Alex and I have dreamed of having a summer kitchen ourselves, it was inspiring to see how theirs worked.




And the cabin itself, with all of it's efficient beauty.









After the kids had some time to run around the land, Chris had the kids help him cut down a cedar tree (where the new summer kitchen will reside). He taught us how to angle the cut, determine where the tree would fall and how to saw the tree. Once the tree was down, Chris scored the bark of the tree and showed us how the bark could be pulled away from the tree in complete sheets. The cedar bark can be used for a number of things, from constructing baskets to making clothing.







When the cedar bark was completely off the tree, Chris showed us how the bark could be trimmed and used to make an eye basket. First the bark is turned rough side out and then an eye is drawn in the center of the bark. Using a knife, the eye is scored, with care as you don't want to cut all the way through the bark. When the bark is scored, the bark can be folded and it makes the beginnings of a container.






Chris also cut a small pine sapling and also scored the bark and removed it in sheets. Between the bark and wood of the tree is a slick, mucous-like substance that can be scraped with your finger or knife blade and eaten. It tastes like pine, bright with a hint of citrus, and it has a subtle sweetness. Alex said this was one of his favorite things from the weekend.



Chris also showed us one more useful tree, the basswood. He pulled up a log from the pond where he had been soaking it, which is what one does to prepare the basswood for use. Considered a trash tree by some because it's a weak tree and not good for burning, it's valued among many more for it's incredible usefulness in making strong twine and string for nets and lashing baskets and for carving. The log was rather smelly after softening in the pond water for a long time, but as Chris began stripping back the sinuous layers, it was obvious why the basswood is valuable. Chris related the story of a Russian friend who associated the funky rot smell of the basswood with being clean as the friend used the strips of basswood to make a scrubby for bathing. For right now, the eye baskets we made using basswood are outside until I can make a similar leap.

As the day wound down, it was time to collect firewood for dinner, help cut potatoes, parsnip, carrot and onion for a mash and rhubarb with apple for a crumble. Everyone pitched in around the firepit and soon we had a delicious meal prepared. All of us were hungry and none of us stayed that way. There's something truly sacred and inspiring about gathering around a fire and shared meal.






And just because we were out in the wilds of Maine, that doesn't mean the Knapps are without fine kitchen tools. Chris demonstrated this amazing potato masher that strongly resembled a piece of firewood. We joked that this could be a side income for some of us, marketing said potato masher to Williams-Sonoma as uniquely Maine, hand crafted, organic, all natural and you know, real simple.



Giggles were had all around as Chris feigned uppercrust Yankee (think Thurston Howell, III) and sprinkled just-cut pah-sley into the gourmet mahsed po-ta-toes.



Here's the rhubarb apple crumble with freshly shaken in a jar (not whipped) cream.



There were smiles all around for this sweet goodness.



After dinner and clean-up, we used the waning daylight and all took a short hike to Ballard Pond. Along the way we spotted some moose tracks and scat and we might have seen some animals if not for our own noisy gang of urchins, determined to burn off every calorie they had just consumed at dinner. Regardless, the walk was well-worth the exercise and views. At the top of the wooded hill, we could just make out the setting sun over Mount Blue.




At the base of the hill was Ballard Pond where beavers could be seen doing the busy work for which they are so well-known.



Treasures were found at the top of the hill also. This old camp as well as this giant, abandoned long ago by some receding glacier, with fissures created by the knife blade of time.




Twilight was upon us and we made our way back to the gathering spot, feeling tired and ready for a hot cup of hemlock (the evergreen) tea and story telling before snuggling into our sleeping bags.

About that hemlock tea...some of us came to the conclusion that it must also be a diuretic after many of us had to get up several times in the night to water the woods. Since then, my research confirms this. Note to self, skip hemlock tea prior to bedtime. Eh hem.

Just in case you're curious, here's where we slept. Yes, it was cold, as it got down to at least 32F (there was ice on the chicken's water in the morning and our washcloths were frozen).



Our lullaby for the overnight was that of peepers croaking away and of geese down on nearby Mud Pond. Loon calls woke us in the morning and slowly people began to gather, once again, at the firepit--Chris promised us acorn flour pancakes for breakfast. We also had scrambled eggs ("thank the chickens", Chris reminded us), made with help from little Owen. The pancakes turned out dark and nutty, hearty and very delicious. Truly. Really good. Yum. With the Knapps' own maple syrup, yogurt made overnight by Ashirah (milk mixed with a bit of yogurt for starter, wrapped in a blanket, ready the next morning), the eggs and chopped apple, breakfast was yet another welcome and satisfying meal.




It was a good thing the meal was so nourishing, too, as Chris had plans for us. Where the Knapps have been clearing their land, it's rocky and was once wooded. It takes constant hard work to clear it by hand, but hey, that's what friends are for! So to work we went, pulling out old roots, stumps and those rocks of all sizes that seem to grow in the soil. With the work we managed to do in less than an hour, we had a good section of ground cleared and the beginnings of a road made. It was pretty amazing and we were all happy to help. Chris admitted he'd keep at it all day if it was just him, but with us there, he was reminded that we had made other plans for the day.




We gathered up some cedar and basswood, jam and the leftover pancakes and we bushwhacked our way down to Mud Pond to sit on its shore and construct our cedar eye baskets. We began the way Chris had shown us the day before, by drawing our eye on the rough side of cedar, then he scored the bark with a knife. Using a darning needle threaded with strips of twisted (smelly) basswood, we laced the sides of our cedar containers together. Once both sides were laced, we used a strip of cedar to finish the top of the basket, lacing it again with more basswood. For every unreturned needle, Chris would conscript that person for more root pulling and rock digging. He got every needle back. Olivia was the only one of our family to finish her basket, so the rest of us packed up materials to finish ours at home.








As it was nearing lunch time, back up the hill to the firepit we went for our last gathering and meal together. Ashirah had prepared a large pot of bean and millet chili which was so, so good and that with bread and butter and more blackberry jam on pancakes, well, yum suffices. For whatever reason, one of the kids began humming a tune which got all the other kids giggling and pretty soon, lunch went from a quiet affair to a raucous one. Calories in kids = noise and merriment?




More clean-up, dishes washed, final visits to the composting humanure toilet, tent and gear packed, last attempts at frog-catching, wrapped up conversations and it was time to say good-bye to Chris, Ashirah and Owen, and all that they had shared with us. I'm certain we'll be back to learn more, to contribute, to be a part of Koviahuvik. We left tired, having learned much, our spirits fed and our souls nourished. Thank you for sharing it all with us, Ashirah and Chris.

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