I am on the side of homeschooling and will argue vehemently for that. My reasons are sound, and, until recently, I thought Big Guy and I were in agreement on schooling. I do not approve of the schools in the area where we live. I do not believe they will be able to educate my son appropriately. I do not hold the teachers at fault, but the area we live in was one of the hardest hit by the economic downturn because many of the people in the area are blue collar, factory workers. Many of the people around here do not value education or what it can accomplish and I do not want my child growing up with that attitude.
Big Guy has gone from agreement with me to saying, now, that Little Guy should go to the local schools. He argues that we will not be able to educate him properly because we lack the money to buy the homeschooling books. He says that Little Guy will do fine as long as we support his education in the school. A lot of this started because a friend of ours, who teaches high school, made the comment that homeschooling was going to be bad for Little Guy because we would not be able to give him the social interaction he needed, no matter how hard we tried.
Now, Big Guy has gone from the "It's OK to homeschool" camp to "NO". I'm frustrated and irritated because the normally smooth ground my marriage exists on has become somewhat bumpy. Both of us are absolutely convinced of our position's correctness and these positions are diametrically opposed! Our view of what's important plays a big part in our difficulties right now. He sees social activities as an important part of school, while I view the quality of education as more important than socialization.
Honestly, I hated the social aspects of school. I was never good at playing the social games and never felt comfortable in the social groups. I wasn't a band geek, I wasn't a jock, I was more aligned with the smart kids, but not really... My group of friends referred to ourselves as "The Outcasts" because we were different. Amusingly, we were all drastically different from each other as well. But, the social strata was different in a much more condensed way. It was a small parochial school; therefore, things were going to be difficult.
Who knows what we'll do. Big Guy doesn't think it's worth arguing about because we have a year and a half before Little Guy goes to school. To me, that means a year and a half of more fighting until we come to an agreement. I'm concerned that if I give in on the unimportant years, the earliest ones where they go over the basics, then I will lose ground later on where the difference in educational quality will become noticeable.
