I’ll never forget the moment I decided to let my daughter drop out of school. That sounds a bit shocking, I know, but the reality was that I needed to rescue her from failure in the traditional school setting and it was the only idea we had.
It was 1994. Ciara was ten years old and she was in the fourth grade. It was the evening of her first day back in the classroom after the Christmas holiday vacation and the two of us were at dinner together in her favorite Chinese restaurant. I can remember vividly where we sat and how helpless I felt when we discussed how uncomfortable she was in school, how hard math was, how much she felt like an utter failure. My child’s self-esteem was suffering, she was miserable and she was not learning in that environment.