My kid’s homework is killing me!
My daughter requires active involvement in homework if it’s going to get done correctly. I’m really not concerned with correct; I’m concerned with complete.
Her teacher requires correct.
I coax, encourage, refocus, yell, bribe, and at times I’m forced to admit defeat. My first grader gets home at 4pm and wants to do nothing but eat a snack and play. Can’t say that I blame her, but her focus doesn’t magically return after dinner. Doing homework at night is like plodding through a field of knee deep mud. It’s squishy, dirty, and requires the effort of your entire mind, body, and spirit.
Each night ‘we’ have spelling, reading, reading comprehension papers, and a few math papers. After that’s finished it’s independent reading time (to be done aloud), and every so often the teacher throws some additional projects our way just for sake of educational torture.
This is one of the weeks were I’m acquiring new greys faster than Nice & Easy can rinse them away.
We had to write a poem for share time, read yet another book, and complete a small paragraph explaining which book’s world we’d like to travel into. It all sounds simple until you try to finish each assignment from the perspective of a seven year-old.
Did I mention the piano flashcards we need to practice? Scales? Finger Exercises?
Is dropping out of the first grade an option?
Don’t get me wrong, I’m absolutely thankful for academic excellence. I just wish we could spread some of this homework out over the next 12 years.
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