You’re not attractive, and
I don’t want to see you anymore
I have never been so tired of the homework, and I am done with it. I stopped assigning homework years ago as a teacher, when I figured out how useless it is. It’s the piles of homework my kids bring home that I have to help them with do that I’m sick of.
For example, my son brought home an assignment on perimeter in math, which I haven’t done in about 38 years. I was supposed to help him with the 20 problems he had to complete (why isn’t three enough?).
Then, it was my daughter’s geography. “Which continent is west of New Zealand?” Seriously? First, where is New Zealand, and why do I need to know what is west of it? If I travel to New Zealand, I’m sure the pilot on the plane will know where it is. If not, I’ll loan him my Smartphone, which is equipped with Google Maps. I can’t fathom a reason my 10-year-old needs to know what is adjacent to New Zealand. She’s made it clear to me that she never wants to leave Ohio.
Another day, I was faced with a 5-minute test on 100 math problems, which I was supposed to grade. If you’ve ever read anything I’ve written, you know how much I abhor grades, which are even more useless than homework. With all the homework I have to do, I’m considering contacting my kids’ school and asking to be added to the payroll.
I’m fed up, and I’m not doing any more of this ridiculous, useless homework.
I told my kids to tell their teachers that I can no longer complete these mundane, insignificant, rote-memory tasks.
I’m breaking up with homework.
The following two tabs change content below.