Count me out
GRIN # 129
I have given up assisting my first grader with math. Kind of at the request of his teacher. I am confusing Tyler and making things worse. My helping is not, well, helping.
I hate homework now more than I did when I was in school.
Well, not all homework is equal. I really hate the math. Really, really, really.
And, if I’m being honest, (and I’d love to write a real column about this, but I’d just be bludgeoned by teachers everywhere) I think kids get too much homework.
There. I said it. My opinion. I”m not an educator, and I know there are all kinds of state requirements that administrators and teachers have to teach to and meet and it’s stressful and political and they’re doing the best they can. I understand that. But it doesn’t change my opinion. The kids are there seven hours a day. And I think that’s enough. In a lot of private schools, they don’t have homework. They learn what they need to learn in class. Git ‘er done.
I know. Very unpopular.
Here’s what finally soured me: the extra credit math questions that come home every week. In FIRST GRADE.
Q. Julia spent 1/3 of her birthday money. Then she lost 1/2 of the rest. She now has $10 left. How much did she get for her birthday?
A: Not enough?
Q: Mary has three skirts, two blouses, and either black or white shoes that she likes to wear to school. How many days can she go without repeating the same combination of skirt, blouse and shoes?
A: Maybe Mary is sick and will be out that week and when she returns, there will be school uniforms; what about that?
Those are the kinds of questions that almost kept me out of college–twice.
When my brain encounters a word problem it says: “I. Will. Not. Do. This. Abort. Abort.”
Maybe it’s because I didn’t get enough homework.
Yes, I realize I just contradicted myself. That I get.
The extra credit, not so much.
Not at all.