Our educational system will never be perfect, especially not for our generation. We’ve been using the banking system for as long as education has been important, where we take in and store the information that we are told to know, and then withdraw it only for when we need to know it. Not much is seared into our minds, only the things we can relate too and that we think are important to us. We’re put onto assembly lines to have our minds all built the same and think the same. My educational experience has a lot to do with the banking system and with assembly lines. Within my first four years of school, I was already pointed in the wrong direction, far from correlating with the school system, all I wanted was to learn something I could relate too. When I was born my family moved out of urban civilization and into the hills, far from any type of city. There, in the hills, I grew up and went to school. My life revolved around nature and the outdoors. When I was four, it was time to start school. I started kindergarten at a school called Montebello Elementary, only a few miles up the hill from where I lived. The school consisted of a total of seven staff members, 37 students, and three classrooms. The first teacher, she taught two grades at once, Kindergarten and first grade. The second teacher taught second and third. And the third teacher taught fourth, fifth, and sixth. The rest of the staff was the P.E. teacher and office faculty. While one grade was learning the other was sitting doing nothing, so only half of the times were you actually learning. We were overloaded on a factory line. In “Changing Education Paradigms” with Ken Robinson, he says that “Schools are organized on factory lines, ringing bells, separate facilities, specialized into separate subjects. We still educate kids in separate batches.” In other words he is saying that the system only educates kids based off age and in large groups. In my case some of these characteristics are emphasized. The assembly lines that we were placed on were impacted with too many different curriculums for one teacher. We were all specialized into three separate batches of kids. I attended this school for four years with them telling me I was a year ahead of my class, but in reality I was almost two years behind. When I transferred to a new school named Almond Elementary in the middle of fourth grade, I was lost. They were learning things made no sense to me, and yet I was under the impression I was ahead of them. When I finally got settled in after about three weeks, things started to get a little better. I was learning at a faster pace than everyone and was almost caught up by the end of sixth grade.