I grew up in the age of environmental science education at a time when David Suzuki had gained media attention, and was very lucky to have lots of field trips in that capacity to places like protected wetlands, with naturalists who were passionate about their work. They got a kick out of me naming plants as we went, me being used to listening to my father and grandmother discuss the common and scientific names of every living thing we came across during many childhood hikes in the forest, and him teaching me on camping trips and walks around our home. If I could say there was a favourite part of school for me, and days that stand out the most, field trips would have been it. We visited science centers, wetlands, historic houses where they taught traditional crafts and explained "old" technologies, a traditional Iroquois village, walked to the top of the biggest local hill and looked at the
land for geography
class to understand it's formation by glacial movement, raised trout in the
greenhouse in environmental science class... these hands-on experiences are the ones I remember more than reading any text book. And very little else from my education prepared me for the lifestyle I actually desire.
To digress for a minute, I suppose my family must be where my true interest in the world began, rather than at school. My dad did things like build an electromagnetic cannon that shot nails across the basement with a battery. He also cut up my pet
chicken when I was 5 or six and showed me how tendons work to move your limbs, which was somewhat more upsetting but no less educational. I was always the first to put up my hand and name the rocks a teacher held up, or explain why the sound of a train changed when it passed. My mother read to me daily from a very early age, so I had a decent vocabulary and creative writing ability in primary school, which is one of the things that
led to the other kids calling me "Dictionary". I would take my dad's anatomy and psychology
books and my uncle's VHS tapes, my grandfather's golden guides on the weather, and my grandmother's books on birds; read the complete works of Edgar Allen Poe, and 1984 before leaving primary school. My parents sang harmony together while my dad played guitar; some of my earliest memories are of them singing Everly Brothers songs beside a camp fire while I fell asleep. So I was always interested in music class.
Returning to the main point, my family's early guidance left me very open to the public education I would receive along the same vein, and may be what was lacking in the lives of other kids who seemed to not care about any of this, or simply let them be educated by cable TV (which we didn't have). At the same time I really struggled terribly with mathematical concepts, and wanted nothing to do with gym class (competition and projectiles) or French (mandatory in Ontario). Part of the issue with public education is that with large class sizes and an expectation that all kids
should learn varying subjects at the same pace, as well as a "pass or fail" mentality for each grade, there is no room or time for individual ability or interest. It's the proverbial sausage factory concept meant to churn out a standardized, ground and packed product. Industrialization begins at age 4 in this country, if not earlier for parents who are not able financially to stay at home until their children are school age. There is great pressure on teachers to "pass" kids so that they don't have to repeat the whole year just because they struggle in one area, but no effort to get them up to speed. So you either "FAIL", or pass a kid on and on until they get to high school and are functionally illiterate because no one wanted to deal with it.
Another difficulty is that the social dynamics on the playground and home are completely ignored, and they bleed into the classroom. Teachers either don't notice bullying, or let it slide because it's easier to ignore it than actually help kids who are struggling, or do anything that might involve a bully's parents and the school principal. The home dynamic is beyond their control, so unless the kid is routinely showing up filthy and covered in bruises they won't ask anyone why Anna is falling asleep in class every day at 8 years old. There are simply too many kids to pay that much attention to each one, or have individual discussions with kids who are struggling, or bullying others.
Public school has kids from a wide variety of socioeconomic backgrounds but no uniforms, which leaves kids socially disadvantaged as fashion then becomes a factor on which they will be judged. I grew up not knowing anything about brand names or what was in or out of fashion, and had other kids make fun of my clothes because I didn't wear Tommy or Nike or have expensive jeans.
In high school the kid who got into the environmental science co-op did it to get out of class time, and didn't have any real interest in the subject. He was my friend's brother, and we went along for the ride to the conservation area the day he met his instructors there. While I waited I looked at the specimens and remarked on a beautiful species of merganzer I hadn't seen before. They asked me when my first day would be, and I said I was just here with the guy over there. There weren't
enough spots in the program. My high school didn't have enough text books for each student, and sharing meant we couldn't take them home to study. The halls were so crowded it was easier to get from classroom to the other by walking outside rather than risk being late fighting traffic.
In all, the most impactful portion of my education happened before school began, and came from my family, not from school. School for the most part was something to be endured.