We see teachers as second parents for our own children. They took that job 'second parents' so I expect them to have patience and to 'care' for my son as if he is their own son or even as a nephew. Teachers aren't just there in the classrooms to write lessons, homework, spelling lists, etc. They are there to sharpen the minds of little kids; to help kids to solve science or math or reading and comprehension problems.
Of course, we are forever grateful to teachers who helped honed the great minds of science inventors, lawyers, doctors, country leaders, et al. and hey, they helped honed minds of great Moms too! I salute teachers for their drive and passion to cultivate young minds.
I can only imagine what it's like to go to work everyday, stand in the middle of
Of course, we are forever grateful to teachers who helped honed the great minds of science inventors, lawyers, doctors, country leaders, et al. and hey, they helped honed minds of great Moms too! I salute teachers for their drive and passion to cultivate young minds.
the classroom and try to have your own voice be heard by twenty or thirty (or even more) kids. I'm feeling exhausted already by just imagining that I'm surrounded by screaming kids, or crying, or getting sick, or complaining about all sorts, etc. However, why do I have this strong feeling of homeschooling my son?
My son, EJ, comes home from school (in the school bus) often very hungry. Why? Because lunch time was used for other school activities e.g. copying homework, finishing penmanship, etc.
I must admit that my son is lazy writing or practicing penmanship. But I don't get it why stop kids from having their lunch and force them to do schoolwork at their own lunch time?
I'm not against the idea of making kids do their work. But why not make sure all kids do the schoolwork during the class hours? Is it difficult to remind kids? And, is it annoying to keep reminding them?
My son is skinny and very active. So I always want him fully fed and well-nourished. Most of the time, I cook his lunch for school then pack it in his lunch bag with snacks and drinks, either milk or juice and water.
It ticks me off when he comes home from school saying,
Mommy, I'm so dizzy and hungry.
Why?
My teacher said I have to finish writing.
Huh? Why wasn't it done during class hours? And, your lunch time is 11:40am, not 4::00pm!
This is not my only concern.
A couple of nights ago, EJ argued that he can stay up late until nine because his science teacher said that,
Nine o'clock is a good bed time.
It's a 'must' that his bed time is at eight o'clock. Sometimes, when we are not busy and he finished his homework early, he goes to bed at 7:30pm or earlier. This is our houserule, that a kid should go to bed early because they need a lot of sleep. A good night's sleep processes everything that a kid has learned.
Sigh. That's not all. Saving the worst for last.
A few weeks ago, my son said to me,
Mommy, I know what 'dick' means.
Before he says anything else, I said,
Yeah it's a nickname.
Looking at me with a question in his eyes.
I think my classmate said it to another boy, but I didn't hear it. Then another classmate asked teacher what it means. She said it's peepee.
(referring to his genital. Yeah I know my eight-year old son still doesn't know the term for his "peepee". Now he knows the rude term for it!)
Ooopps, it's lunch time! Better get my lunch before I get dizzy. I hope my son is getting his lunch now too.
