Where are the days when homework consisted of going around the house and putting things that began with the letter "b" in a paper bag?
Or, even writing a paragraph on why your mom is great, complete with a very complementary drawing.
Heck, I'd even settle for the day when homework was something that I understood or remembered how to do.
These days around these parts we have homework that consists of understanding 50 Spanish verbs (I took French) knowing the characteristics of 50 different rocks (not even my Rocks for Jocks class in college prepared me for this), and math problems that look like this: 5ab-2x+(-2y)=n
I am a music teacher all I need to do these days is count to 4 with good time.
It seems like I am back in Middle School except no Mike Marten to crush on in study hall, or blue eyeshadow and mascara to try on. Middle school wasn't good then and being thrown back there daily isn't fun now that I am 43. Just don't make me make a volcano with vinegar and baking soda, it might just push me over the edge.
This doesn't even take in to account my senior who is taking AP Psychology, AP Comparative Government and Honors Physics.
Thankfully, Mr. Smarty-Pants doesn't need help and frequently helps us all out, but that gravy train runs out next September when he is off to college and will barely remember our phone numbers (unless he needs quarters for laundry), let alone be willing to talk his then 8th grade sister and 10th grade step-sister through the endless amounts of beneath him homework.
As we speak Rich is downstairs reading To Kill A Mockingbird with Sarah.
All I can say is; better him then me.
"Try fighting with your head for a change…it’s a good one, even if it does resist learning"
Oh Atticus how you mock us.
- A Ro