I Need a Graduate Degree...To Understand My Kid's Homework
I was looking so forward to school starting. Now I'm beginning to wonder why.
Every day my kids come home with folders full of stuff FOR ME. Homework to sign, websites to track down, reading logs to verify.
I resent it. I did my time. I'm out. But now, somehow, I'm back to stressing about what homework is due tomorrow.
Why do parents have to be so involved with school? I mean, I understand why I need to volunteer at school. I'm happy to help in the library or the lunchroom or with the seasonal crafts in class. But last night my son had to find and color code all the countries in the world that speak Spanish. North America=Orange, South America=Blue, Europe=Purple, etc. The map HAD NO COUNTRY NAMES. Could YOU tell the difference between Cuba and Haiti on a small, unlabeled map? We're talking just going by shape here. Nothing else.
I'm not kidding when I say that I did not learn an ounce of geography in school. What I know, I learned from a 1970's version of the board game RISK. And even then some of the countries names were already wrong. So I'm looking at my son's map going, "Well, here's Persia. And here's Burma. And over here is Siam."
Did I mention that he's in third grade? What am I going to do when he's in eighth?
Well, I better go. I've got a spelling test tomorrow.