I am going to go ahead and embed this video, because even though we hear the children’s voices, we do not see their faces.
Nicole describes this on Youtube as an “unschool biology lesson.”
Dear Flying Spaghetti Monster, what an amazing description.
A better one would be “child cutting up heart and getting it pretty much all wrong.”
Education involves more than just exploring the world. If that’s all that was involved, you could just put your toddler outside and let him figure out stuff, like traffic, say, or ponds, or cliffs. We don’t do that.
We don’t do it because we want to see him grow up and not get squashed flat by a semi. We also do it because as a species we have reached the top of the food chain by building on the accomplishments and failures and experiences of those who came before us.
If you have to figure out stuff from scratch every time, we’d still be learning to make flint arrowheads and start fires.
The child talking in this video quite clearly has no idea how blood circulates through the heart. He calls everything an “artery.” “. . . it isn’t as strong as this one. . . ” He doesn’t seem to know that there is a great big vein in there as well, nor I expect, does he know the difference.
He then cuts the heart right in half cross-wise, leaving the atria in the top section and the ventricles mangled in the bottom. He doesn’t know what they are or how they work. He doesn’t know what the little “flap” is about. And his sibling seems to think that blood is actually made or formed right in the heart.
Hands-on stuff is great. I am frankly very much in favor of it. When Nathan was at home, we once got a beef heart (a better choice because they are so much bigger) and went in with another family and did a whole big lesson, dissecting that heart.
But we actually dissected it. The kids cut it properly, because they had guidance. They tracked the major arteries and labeled them. They identified all the structures. They traced the flow of blood, from the heart to the lungs, back to the heart, into the atrium, down into the ventricle and out to the body and then back again. When we were finished, our children had put their fingers in all the holes, said, “yuck” a lot, giggled some more, but they knew how blood flowed.
Or at least, they had some idea of how it works.
We did this with one beef heart, some adult supervision, proper equipment, a bit of planning, some diagrams, and an hour or so.
How many goats will have to die so that the Naugler children can carve up the heart, still warm, and demonstrate their complete ignorance and total lack of guidance in their so-called joke of an educational process?
And just shut up, Nicole. I am not “picking on your family.” I am picking on you and your dead-beat husband. Your children are not responsible for any of this. You are.