Educational History


I’ve written about most of these things before in lots of places but it seems that some people are confused about the order. Here’s my formal educational history:

One year at a Catholic Montessori. Age 4.

Four years of public school. Age 5-8

Four years of private school. Age 9-12

Three months of high school and the rest of the year in homeschool. Age 13.

One year of a college for young students that combined college and high school material. Age 14.

Three years of some combination of no school, institution school, and special ed. Age 15-17

One year of community college. Age 18.

A month or two of university in a college for atypical students. Made it to class two or three times ever. Age 19.

My actual education?  Mostly stuff I figured out by doing it or reading outside of school. I’ve close to instantly forgotten nearly everything school tried to teach me. The things I remember about school have nothing to do with the curriculum and everything to do with the lessons we were taught without anyone saying:  What it means to be autistic among mostly nonautistic kids, middle class among rich kids, kid dominated by adults, kid declared gifted who was nothing like the other “gifted” kids, shoved into harder and harder classes because people thought I was bored when really I was struggling to comprehend, trying to look like I understood the words pouring out of the teacher’s mouth when I couldn’t at all, special ed high school student who’s been to college, and on and on. Those are the lessons that I really learned in school, rather than just briefly memorizing and then forgetting.  I learn from life, not from lesson plans.

More detail on these experiences is scattered throughout my blog.


About Mel Baggs

Hufflepuff. Came from the redwoods. Crochet or otherwise create constantly and compulsively. Write poetry and paint when I can. Developmentally disabled, physically and cognitively disabled. I'm not really part of any online faction or another, even ones that claim me as a member. The thing in the world most important to me is having love and compassion for other people, although I don't always measure up to my own standards there by a longshot. And individual specific actions and situations and contexts matter a lot more to me than broadly-spoken abstract words and ideas about a topic. My father died in 2014 and that has changed my life a lot in ways that are still evolving, but I wear a lot of his clothes and hats every day since he died and have shown no sign of stopping soon.

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