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homework grievance

I have beef with homework.  I don't like it.  I know that some homework is necessary, but the amount of homework my kids have to do it ridiculous.

I especially hate kindergarten homework.  I think it's unnecessary.  And, frankly, it just makes me mad.

Number Four's kindergarten teacher sends home a weekly homework sheet with two small activities to do every day, plus we are required to read 20+ minutes every single day of the week.  I have nothing against reading or the small homework activities, but sometimes we are busy, with stuff like, you know, LIFE, and we don't have time to devote to writing the letter H 20 times and drawing something that rhymes with rat.  And maybe we only read billboards on the freeway that day, because, you know, LIFE.

This kindergarten homework could be tolerable, and we could make up the missed assignments on less busy days, but the teacher is also sending home "bonus" worksheets that she expects my daughter to do. 

Last week she sent home five double-sided math worksheets straight out of the Common Core workbook.  These would be the worksheets that she, as a teachers, is required teach and complete IN CLASS, but apparently the teacher doesn't do that?  Not to mention, it was five, FIVE, worksheets, double sided.  For a kindergartener.

So last week I refused to make Number Four do those "bonus" worksheets.  She just turned them back in at the end of the week, not done.

She just came home from school today.  Now she has the new week's homework activities, four new double-sided "bonus" worksheets, and a note that says "Please finish your math from last week!"  Plus another note about how we forgot to write down her reading on the paper AND online, so guess what?  It doesn't count.

And did I mention that we also have to list each and every book we read this month?  Because it's not annoying to list the ten books that you can fit into ONE 20 minute reading session (times 30 for each day of the month she's required to read).

And I haven't even mentioned the other kids' homework amounts.  After spending all day in school, they have to come home and spend another hour doing school work.  And then if we have soccer practices, or dance or, heaven forbid, ERRANDS, they never get a chance to just chill or do normal kid stuff like play outside, or do chores, or see how far they can jump out of the neighbor's swing onto the trampoline. And kids should be able to do these things daily.

So yeah, I pretty much hate homework.

Comments

Rachel Sue said…
A. MEN.
TryingCounts! said…
Lol! Not sure how I ended up on your blog, but it's as if your message was straight from my brain to your page! I loathe my homewor....I mean my children's homework. Blah! I won't go off, but in short....... I TOTALLY AGREE WITH YOU!! Thanks for sharing:)
-Tiffany-
dphnbscs said…
Great post! Now, your personalized Priesthood Line of Authority is beautifully laminated featuring the classic portrait of Jesus Christ by the renowned artist Greg Olsen.

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