I hate homework.
I hate supervising it, I mean.
I don't mind homework if it's mine. But watching over someone doing it? Murder.
I do not see the point of busywork after a seven and a half hour day (yes, you read that right) full of schoolwork.
Especially not in second grade.
Overseeing it is excruciating. My son wants to PLAY. He is a child. He wants to play with his sister, who is in Kindergarten, and, thank goodness, does not have homework. (When we lived in Northern California, my son had homework IN KINDERGARTEN, in keeping with the super hyper over-achieving Silicon Valley mentality. Ask me if I miss it.)
I remember working hard at homework from some point in mid-elementary school onwards, and I don't remember needing my mother or father to supervise me. So what's changed? I don't think I'm helicoptering, because I'm not helping him get the answers. I'm helping him stay focused. He would so much prefer to be playing. I would so much prefer he be playing.
Is this a product of our short-attention-span-theatre techno-crazy lifestyle?
I don't know.
Right now, I just want us to get through with this homework so my son can PLAY.
Is that too much to ask?
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