When Ainsley told me after school that her homework was to: read for 20 minutes and "some worksheet in my homework folder", I assumed she would only need 5 minutes of my time for the worksheet (she does the reading by herself).
I was wrong. Very, very wrong. Because not only did she end up needing 25+ minutes of my time, she needed 25+ minutes of my atrophied brain. And for what? What second grade level worksheet could make my life miserable at 8:10 at night? A worksheet about physics. I was not aware that Physics 101 was now taught to 8-year-olds and would have appreciated a heads-up so I could at least have time to get all jacked-up on caffeine and therefore think a bit more clearly.
Motion? Force? Work? Friction? Simple Machines? And "write a sentence about them" and "draw a picture to illustrate"?
And, looking forward, I can't possibly imagine how wonderful this is going to be when we suffer through second-grade homework with The Big Three.
Good grief.
*Ainsley was great during this, by the way. No complaining, etc. I was the one with the issues. As usual.
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