I like Worldschooling, sure I also like Unschooling, and yes even Homeschooling. We were doing all that for three years, in Laos and Thailand. And now again in Sri Lanka we are homeschooling again.
So why then did I put the kids in a “normal” pre-school in Bali? Well, mainly because it´s not a school in their home country where the language would not be new or the kids would not be of different backgrounds.
The kiddos now learn words in Bahasa Indonesia to talk to our driver to the school, they spend four hours speaking English with no possibility of falling back on Spanish to get their thoughts across. Sure, school is controlling and annoying, and between four walls but the school also has two rooms full of Montessori games and tools. Which they both really enjoy. The playground isn´t so bad either.
It was a Montessori School
The kids need heaps of attention and to teach them stuff on top of that is quite intense. Even Unschooling is difficult, in a sense that the kids are constantly following me, needing me, whinging on me. I was not being the best mom, or even the best teacher, much less the best example. We all needed some fresh air from each other. And sending them to school was a good choice as any.
I had no way of knowing if they would keep going after that year, if they did continue for one more year they would be in the same classroom because Montessori puts different ages together. They would have liked that. After that year was over we moved to Sri Lanka and they attended a Cambridge School. It being so different to Montessori, we quickly went back to homeschooling. I have found that Unschooling is the most complex. The thought of “doing nothing school like” makes me nervous, weary and anxious.
Out of the three alternative ways, I definitely prefer Worldschooling. Learning with travel, sometimes at home, sometimes in a hotel, sometimes in a local school. My kids are so stuck to me that they have a hard time talking with someone if Im not holding them or nudging them to talk.
I hoped that being away from me would free this up and give them the confidence to have conversations with people they just met, and specially in English. Big Kiddo was already pretty good at this, but I was sure that being with other kids for four hours a day would make it even better.
And the last reason why I sent them to school was for me. I needed time on my own, to do as I please, to do some art, to get some projects under way that I had been dreaming about. To go swimming, walking with headphones and music, to write, to eat alone. Sending them to school was a plus for everyone. Nevertheless we never got over the morning tears that came over Small Kiddo before leaving the house. It was new for all of us and we only mastered it for a while. I would have like to find a good Montessori school in Sri Lanka. But alas, that was not the case.