There is a poem` which Nanna likes; the first verse of it goes:
Tell me not in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream,
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
There is a poem verse^ which I like (and which I made up!)*; it goes:
School me not in mournful classrooms,
School is but an empty boredom,
For the student is bored and slumbers,
And education is not what it seems.
This poem is designed for home/unschoolers, but may be enjoyed by anyone, no matter what type of education has been fated upon you.
However, for home/unschoolers, and those thinking of home/unschooling, there are a few websites I would like to recommend:
Again, the above websites may be enjoyed by anyone, no matter what type of education has been fated upon you.
DISCLAIMER: Schools are not all like that; your mileage will probably vary.
`By H.W. Longfellow; full version at: http://www.bartleby.com/102/55.html
^So far I only have one verse, but if I manage another verse, I will put it here.
*Nanna did help me with the last line, but the rest I did myself.