Jan 07 2009
Homework
One of the things that I was most glad about when I graduated from first high school and then from college was the fact that I would never again have to do homework. At least not to the extent that I once had. The idea of after work hours spent in blissful relaxation, or even doing things that *gasp* I liked doing made me giddy. And then, of course, reality hit me with my first job.
I had to bring home work…making it homework. I ignored that connection that my brain made, and finished writting up charts or doing the billing or reminder cards to be taken back to work the next day. I resalved myself to this just being one of those things that needed doing, besides, I got paid for this.
And then I had the Monsters, D started school. D went to second grade. I had homework in my life once more. But now, now I was on the helping end. At first it was easy. None of them minds it at first. But somewhere about 4th grade 2 things happen. The work gets a little more complex and they get a little less enthusiastic. Unless you’re F, she has balked since the first page came home.
It is amazing how much math you can forget in a few years. Though I think they might have changed how they do things, at least thats the theory I am going with. The map of the world looks nothing at all like it did when I was in elementary school..or even high school for that matter. I am really missing that big purple splotch in the middle of Europe that used to read USSR. Thank goodness history hasn’t changed. Just been added to. And luckily some of what has been added I have lived through….
Oh God, now I hate homework and feel old.
It’s not your imagination, they have changed math since we did it. And I’ve forgotten most of my math too. I had a taste when I did some sitting a few years ago and I was trying to help a 9th grader with his math homework.