Has anyone had to make a butter knife as an adult?

Butter knife

It is perhaps a blind spot in school teaching, but amazingly, the children still get to make butter knives in the wooden shed.

Shouldn't school prepare for adult life??

Shouldn't the school protect creativity??

How many people have suddenly in their adult life been faced with the thorny question of how best to get a butter knife into the household? And what has probably then, basically, all done, except those who have woodworking as a hobby?

And if they were to take hold of a block of wood, could they chisel a butter knife out of it?

Besides, they were about nine, ten years when they had butter knife on the schedule.

A mystery, tycker jag.

In the practical subjects, one could otherwise imagine that the school would teach things that everyone knows that everyone will benefit from one day. Like drilling holes in different kinds of walls. With different types of screws and plugs. Drill up shelves straight! It would be something to learn. Or build some simple furniture, like a chair, or stool or shoe rack? Assemble furniture, inte minst, would be beneficial to exercise! Put up roller blinds and curtain rods? If you are still into wood, why not learn how to make bonfires the right way? But a butter knife?

The small children's woodworking lessons should instead give room for something creative, like painting, dans, teater, musik. Before, all schools had choirs, something that only schools with music classes seem to have these days, because it costs money to have a choir. Singing in a choir is a great exercise in collaboration, listening, discipline and joy, which creates community. Instead, they make butter knives.

It is more important, anser jag, that children can learn to become secure in their various possibilities of expression, in what makes us human. And in that case, the natural creativity and play that everyone has from the beginning would, given the opportunity to follow them through life and provide support, comfort, styrka, possibility. It is more important that children become secure in their bodies, movements, voices, its rhythm, his desire to dance, sing, paint than they sew cross-stitches and sharpen butter knives! Except that those who have continued access to and had the opportunity to develop and deepen their very own contact with their very own creativity – will be happier. Because they will have tools when life is difficult to manage their thinking, their actions, its perspective. They will always be able to find comfort, affinity, and relief in his own inner treasure, the one we are all born with. They will have more opportunity to think critically, be fearless, care less about superficial things such as position and status and thus dare to be questioning, be harder to coax into comfortable silence. They will create new inventions, think of alternative routes, open doors that no one else has seen.

An individual's creative base creates strong, safe citizens of society – as you want in a democracy. Isn't it incomprehensible that in a modern society with all the knowledge we have about the brain, learning and creativity – deprives the children of that space , often already in fourth grade?

And then, before taking the step to adulthood, then you would have to learn to drill up shelves straight, and sewing curtains, repair holes and change clothes. Just imagine all the little students who have come home with butter knives over the years, stand prostrate a decade later in front of a wall.

If the subject of woodwork is part of preserving respect for fine craft tradition, Certainly, why not get to try all that and MORE, and also get to visit various craftsmen, as silversmiths, glassblower, weaver, seamstresses and tailors? Men… I don't think the subject remains for that reason. Why not give the measly hours to more creativity, to the growing ones?

Dessutom, in a democracy like ours, one wonders why not all children learn basic law and economics? Money and laws. Money and laws.

That's what I wonder when I see a butter knife.

Om Christina Herrström

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