What I am about to say might surprise you as a “career educator”. I HATE homework. I really effing hate homework. The struggle in my house is real.
Picture this…A rainy Tuesday night at 8:00 pm. We just got home from gymnastics (beginning at 4) and baseball (beginning at 5). Water is boiling on the stove for pasta and leftover gravy is simmering in a pan. Showers still have to happen and the clock is rapidly ticking away. The only sound you can hear is my voice yelling at an octave that would make a dog’s ears bleed “Do YOUR GD HOMEWORK!” JT’s whining, Maddie is stomping her feet, and Maeve, the only one who does not have homework, is happily reading any book she can get her hands on. Projects are due, it’s the end of the year, and we are all about to have a breakdown. I turn to Tom, my face red with frustration and yell out, “I HATE homework!”
As a teacher, I feel like I should be a supporter of a rich homework regiment. I am not. I think that homework sets up an unnecessary battle between parents and kids and leaves kids with a bad taste in their mouth for taking ownership of learning. I also know that as a teacher, kids who come in with homework that is messy or incomplete are viewed as being from less than “normal or functioning” families. Being a mom of three, I know that first hand to be completely untrue, but nonetheless, I NEVER want the school to think of me as being an incapable parent.
Believe me, I do think “homework” has its place, but not in the traditional sense. There are so many rich opportunities for kids to engage in the world around them to learn through hands on experience how the world works. My kids read EVERY NIGHT. My kids go on educational “outings”–we do science walks in the woods, we always use our math skills in cooking and baking, we talk go to museums to talk about history and culture, we travel to other cultures, we write stories, we play sports, we interact with people, we learn….
I find it hard to believe that filling non-sensical sentences with vocabulary words is helping my kids to avoid “the slide”. My kids have always performed well academically even after a long summer break. On the other hand, I am all too aware that not all kids have this support at home, but what I also know is that if kids don’t have parents who support their efforts to learn through experience, they certainly are not sitting down to go over a paper of fractions with them. I can’t even begin to tell you the number of times I would get a note from a parent saying, “I didn’t know how to do this math, so I told little Johnny not to do it”. POINT PROVEN…….how was that worksheet effective. Perhaps if Little Johnny and mom made some brownies together using measuring cups, he’d understand through kinesthetic learning how fractions work.
Wouldn’t it make sense for schools to leave time for families to engage in the world around them? Part of the problem in the United States is that people don’t know their ass from their elbow. People don’t know how to use the melon between their shoulders to think critically and outside of the box. How can a worksheet about clauses help to abate this ever-growing problem???
I, truly, have NO complaints about my children’s school system. I have said repeatedly that our school is amazing and all of the teachers are rock stars, some of whom I hope to be like someday. This is in no way an indictment of my school, it is an indictment of the many ills our current education system faces. Rigor and hard work certainly have their place in school, we most certainly have to up the bar, but I think we definitely have to explore more unconventional ways of getting our kids to use their brain beside reciting multiplication tables.
I hope the struggle calms down tonight because I really can’t handle another meltdown–my meltdown! It might get ugly. Thank GOD my husband has the wherewithal to talk me off the ledge and tell me to go for a run or to a yoga class. Maybe I’ll just meditate my way through the rest of the school year. As Maeve reminds me everyday at dinner, “Only 15 more days left of school, mama!”