"Some of the most...." (emphasis mine)
I went to public school too.
Sorry, Adam -- I was just messin' with ya.
The whole school debate is filled with platitudes and solganeering, which overwhelms key truths.
I attended Catholic School grades 1-8. Sure, the nuns and monks had the heavy hand of discipline ready to swat down the least breach of protocol, but it taught the worst to be good at sneaking. A non-stop "game through 8th grade was spitting on the "Freaks" -- since there were "freaks and normals."
I was caught between the two since I was bigger than most of my peers (though a year younger) and would fight and win from time to time but preferred not to join in the freak vs normal wars.
I attended public High School where I was exposed to the worst and the best and quite a few in the middle.
My Freshman History teacher would relentlessly pick on me because I wouldn't curse, do drugs, or sleep around (I was 14!?!?!). He labeled me "Pat Boone."
I was at fault for the holocaust, racism, and any other societal ill since apparently I represented all Christianity. My fellow dim bulbs in the 9-4 history section (dummy track) would guffaw when they sensed something was "funny."
I also had a French teacher that constantly badgered me to "live up" to his expectations. Apparently I had something worth cultivating despite the F's I consistently earned in his class. My meterology and Phsyics teachers said the same, but I consistently failed under the heavy homework and test prep load -- why should I "study" when I already "knew" what they were asking (Test and Quiz A's sometimes skewed the homework and otehr work Fs)?
The Very Large Black Girl two lockers down was busted for having a sawed off shotgun in her locker, but she liked me and would shield me from the Black Muslims who prowled the center hall wearing ridiculously expensive suits. One was my former good friend who changed from Dennis to Mustafa something. He wasn't permitted to talk to me any more since I was white dog or some such.
I ran track for two seasons and that provided a connection to the Brains who were also granted Jock status since we usually did well against High Schools the football and basketball teams lost to.
My "guidance counselor" consistently suggested I drop the "commercial pilot" thing and look for work in the trades. Clearly I wasn't cut out for college (This all changed after my PSATs displayed a perfect Verbal and above-average Math. Unfortunately, by then anything she said to me was Charlie Brown's Teacher so I don't remember one word of advice or "Counsel.")
I read through the majority of my class hours, endured non-stop heckling and abuse by students and teachers for failing to respond in kind when scorned for being white, male, and Christian. Graduation day was the happiest day of my life, though I had to suffer the indignity of being seated in accordance with class rank.
All the hard-partying, sex, drugs, and Doctor So-and-So sons sat near the front. The sons of laborers, bartenders, and cops and firemen sat in back.
I tried Community College for Flight Technology but by hour two my CFI had scared me out of the flying thing ("
Open your door, we need some drag..." on the intro flight). IN January I was working as a church janitor and realized all I had left was the military.
So I joined because it's all I had left.
Three years, nine months, and seventeen days later I was out and within a month was at Houghton College with wife and new baby in tow. I was not eligible for any GI assistance (the advice I recieved from the VA was "See if you can get unemployment." Answer: No, since I had voluntarily separated. Had I been dishonorably discharged, I would have received benefits).
Two 1/2 years later, after work full time as a security guard and suffering through another bout of mono I had a BA in hand. I had 12 credits from the Air Force when I started. I earned the remaining 120 in 30 months. I graduated with folks who were juniors when I started.
I did well, earned scholarships, and had a job as a teacher immediately after graduation.
Why teaching? After all, I hated High School.
Because I had a completely different perspective -- one that wasn't spring loaded to focus on the fellow school-lovers, but who had talent and ability that would bloom in other venues not as artificial and limited as school.
I taught for five years, and still hear from various students. One is a real estate magnate in Manhattan. Another is a Psychiatist. Several own businesses. A couple are pastors. Some are stay-at home moms. Some are teachers. There are a few attorneys, and a few mechanics and plumbers and electricians.
But I can look each and every one in the eye and say "I did the best I could for you and gave you an even shot." And they would agree.
That's what teaching is about -- people willing to connect with undeveloped, not-yet-complete young people, adapting to who they are and what they might become. Any school that fosters
that above curricula and program has my support. Those that don't, not so much.
We have three children. The oldest attended private school until HS and graduated from HS. After some
sturm un drang she is now completing her RN. The middle daughter was the classic schoolteacher's perfect student -- attentive, dutiful, smart, obedient. And then 16 happened. She's still smart and organized, but loves her life as a full time mommy to two adorable children.
Our youngest is also bright, but wilted under the school model. I've written about our struggles with school, but the best thing we ever did was yank him from 42 student class and home school him. He graduated from the Pennsylvania Cyber Charter School and is another late bloomer. He's always best in whatever he chooses to do, but he has to want to do it.
Since he wasn't "socialized" by peers he has a bearing and demeanor that makes people think he's older.
A very close family friend is a Public High School language teacher and she shares her concerns and struggles. Their oldest son is in private school while their daughter is still in public school as she thrives there as a member of various sports teams.
So we have some expereince with the school thing -- inside and out. And I will be the loudest, most passionate advocate for choice in schools -- having been subject to no choice.