I Have a Feeling That My Family Doesn't Fit In "Little Boxes"....

Two weeks ago, on August 19, 2015, my husband, Dan, and I, took our daughter Rebekah to college. We did the usual "parent thing." We moved her into the dorms, went to the new student-parent weekend, and hugged Rebekah good-bye as she began her new life and adventure as a college student and freshman.

Well...that was not meant to be.

 A week later, Rebekah realized she'd chosen the wrong college for herself, for her future, and for her passions.  She withdrew from Colorado Western State University on Friday, August 28, and on Saturday, August 29, Dan and Annabelle drove to Gunnison (while I was away in Lake Placid) and brought Rebekah home.

By Tuesday, Rebekah had lined up an interview, and instead of spending this year living in a college dorm and doing the "liberal arts college student thing," she will be doing an internship at the Colorado Springs Conservatory, developing her musical talents and acting skills, teaching young kids at The Conservatory, and she also has been chosen for a lead role in two plays at The Mezzanine!

Rebekah will eventually go to a college or university that is right for her. It will be one where she can follow her passions.  The Conservatory is committed to helping her meet that goal.

This experience has made me realize that the Schneider-Farris family and the way I brought up my children in a unschool-homeschool-skating lifestyle means we do not fit into "Little Boxes".....

 

Little Boxes

Words and music by Malvina Reynolds; copyright 1962

Sung by Pete Seeger

Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses
All went to the university,
Where they were put in boxes
And they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and lawyers,
And business executives,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf course
And drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children
And the children go to school,
And the children go to summer camp
And then to the university,
Where they are put in boxes
And they come out all the same.

And the boys go into business
And marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky-tacky
And they all look just the same