Written by Kara Anderson
Every summer, I take a class.
It’s usually just a few nights, and over time, it’s become easier and easier to make room in my life for this quirky tradition.
I’ve taken knitting and yoga, photography and felting, and every year when the course catalog comes, I set it aside for a while and then peruse it late one night, deciding if it will be a year for Greek or Graphic Design.
My favorite classes are held at my old college campus, where my love for learning was reinvigorated after a long hiatus.
I didn’t like school in middle school and hated it in high school, but in college I came alive again.
I took Philosophy and foreign languages and Logic and eventually Feature Writing, which led me to join the student newspaper and find my place.
I took “The Poetry of Love” and Criminal Psychology and I dabbled and explored.
I took what interested me, and learning became wonderful again.
I had forgotten it could be like that.
And so I still love, all these years later, packing a bag and trying to find my class – sitting in a desk and taking notes …
I still love to learn.
I want my kids to have that, or rather, I want them to keep it – I don’t want them to lose it in middle school, especially since middle school starts for my son in the fall.
And so I’ve spent a lot of time the past several months trying to figure out how to keep a love of lifelong learning alive for my kids.
I’ve decided that it comes down to a few things: