Good. Now if a few concerned parents would get together and do something similar to all those brainy egghead kids, I wouldn’t have to waste my time helping the boy with his homework.
So, like, win-win.
Good. Now if a few concerned parents would get together and do something similar to all those brainy egghead kids, I wouldn’t have to waste my time helping the boy with his homework.
So, like, win-win.
Oh don’t worry, Mr. G. From what I see in my schools, homework is getting frowny faces these days: too much stress on a child to achieve. Or as one speaker at a conference put it; “if they can’t get it done in school; it’s too much.” You may end up needing to create homework just to make sure he’s really learning something.
You may end up needing to create homework just to make sure he’s really learning something.
There are a number of good, and presumably profitable, websites that help you do just that. No need to wait for the school’s shortcomings to become apparent. Go ahead and pile it on.
“The nail that stands up is hammered down.”
— Japanese Aphorism
The well-hammered nail should be pried up so that the poorly-hammered nails are not shamed.
Sure, Jeff, but then you’ll still have to worry about all those homeschooled kids.
How can we give them all gold medals, if some insist on excelling???
Wha, wha, what about their feelings…
Don’t worry, O! will fix this; it’s all part of his “change we need”
New O! campaign slogan: “Down with merit, Up with mediocrity!”
Don’t worry — once Gaius Julius Obama gives his speech, the seas will retreat, gasoline will be as plentiful as grain, and children everywhere will be speaking in many tongues.
Mind you, they won’t be able to understand anything more complicated than the latest DNC talking point, nor capable of math, but they’ll be making noises that sound like foreign languages.
Carin, maybe you could yell out “HEY, FREE TURTLES!”
Oh, sorry. Wrong thread. Not managing my tabs well this morning.
But that is kind of a catchy slogan.
Hey, I knew what you were talking about ;)
Whatever happened to promoting the kid to the next level if he’s obviously too good for his age bracket?
Like promoting a phenom from JV to varsity?
“Whatever happened to promoting the kid to the next level if he’s obviously too good for his age bracket?”
What? You mean like to the Mariners?
Thanks to these idiots in Conneticut, the San Diego Padres are now considering employing the “taking-my-ball-and-going-home” strategy for the rest of the season.
Thanks to these idiots in Conneticut, the San Diego Padres are now considering employing the “taking-my-ball-and-going-home†strategy for the rest of the season.
Copycats!
When my family moved to Pennsylvania when I was a kid, the guidance counselor at the middle school quickly discovered that my previous school had prepared me extraordinarily well for sixth grade. Too well, in fact. He recommended that the school move me up to seventh grade, where my abilities would be better matched to the lessons.
Today, I suppose they’d just kick me out of the district.
You may end up needing to create homework just to make sure he’s really learning something.
Fuck homework. Give him good books to read — always ones that have words that would be considered a little bit too hard for his reading level. Just make sure the stories kick ass so he always wants to find out what happens next, and is thus willing to work out what that hard word might be. Dick and Jane suck shit. No one cares what happens to those waterheads or their mildly retarded family members and pets. That crap has put more kids off reading than anything else.
Do stuff that requires using arithmetic (counting money, cooking, building shit out of wood), so he learns that there’s actually a use for that stuff.
Give him top-quality (and free) computer software like Scratch.
If he’s musical (or even if he’s not), teach him how to use Garage Band and Audacity.
You could even install Sugar on an old PC.
Gold Stars, Bob. I remember one subbing assignment that included elementary band at Woodworth School. I am musically incompetent – I cannot carry a tune if it had handles on it (and Fred Bellinger* at Christ Church did work with me. He was good – taught music at Cranbrook, IIRC.)
Anyway, the subbing assignment – the little fourth graders were to play their flutophones ‘Hot Cross Buns’ was the tune. I just stood there and said, “That sounds like it – here’s your gold star on your music sheet.”
The assignment went okay.
*I believe he was also the director of the Cantata Academy in Detroit. I remember going to Christ Church Dearborn to hear them perform Handel’s “Messiah”. It was beautiful.
#8 Sarah W.:
“Free the Turtles!” is the cry of the Turtle-Troopers of the Anna Maria Island Turtle Watch.
If you search for The Islander newspaper you will see what I mean. Even Haps said they are a little intense.
That paper is fun to read because it answers the question “Once you are in paradise, what do you have to carp about?” Plenty, as it turns out.
#17 SBP:
I agree – if the story is good, the reader will want to read it and either puzzle out the unfamiliar words, or ask what it means.
BTW, Jeff. If you send the boy to bed and find the light on and him reading, let mercy season justice, as it were.
I remember in junior high sitting up until about 2:30 a.m. reading Run Silent, Run Deep.
And you can’t beat the old Landmark books for getting a boy to read. Good stories, and they provided examples to live up to, something any boy should have, and reinforced.
And after that – Cub Scouts. Again, it gives goals and ideals. And without those it is hard to build a good character. And a responsible adult. Which is your real job.
As a kid I was a pitching phenom in Little League and a bunch of my friends on other teams told me that their dads offered them incentives if they were to get a hit off of me. They were actually excited about the challenge of batting against me. I guess that is a byegone era though, now it is all about self-esteem and parents seeing their kids as vanity objects that they live their lives through. Kinda pathetic.
Scott – the vanity project kid has a long history. Saw it in the 1970’s. I mean really. The little brother was playing mite hockey and one of the dads from the other team wanted to get into the bench area to take it out with his kid’s coach. Fortunately one of the dads on my brother’s team was a Dearborn Police sergeant and was able to explain to this frustrated father of greatness that he really had to leave the bench area right then or bad things would happen.
Bad News Bears = The story of America
Fuck that Zinn fella.
We’re all very different people. We’re not Watusi, we’re not Spartans, we’re Americans. With a capital “A”, huh? And you know what that means? Do you? That means that our forefathers were kicked out of every decent country in the world. We are the wretched refuse. We’re the underdog. We’re mutts. See? His nose is cold.