Ain’t that the truth. But ya’ gotta figure it’s a union mentality thing, and only so much can be taught within the 7 hour school day.
My youngest was having trouble learning to read. Actually, he had regressed from sounding out the letters to guess reading. He was not a good guesser.
I observed the classroom and was amazed. They were doing group learning. My son was being “helped” by others so the work I was seeing every day was not even his own. He was lazy...he’d always charm someone else into doing his work if he could. The noise was unbearable to me. Anyway, I concluded the classroom resembled a zoo for children and after a lot of research, I pulled him out and took a break from work to teach him at home.
At first he hated it and me. He said I was the meanest mother in the whole town because he had to do his own work and I marked things wrong when they were wrong. But soon he adjusted and figured out if he got his work done right, he was free for the day. So he learned to focus and then learning everything else blossomed. It was remarkable to witness.
At one point he told me he felt more like himself - more like a person.