January 16, 2008

I Am Stupider Than a 5th Grader

We have a four day week due to the end of the quarter at school.

Thank God.

I’ve been fighting a migraine all week. Today it got so bad, after school I dragged Bones to the store so I could get something before the headache went completely migraine on me. If I catch it in time, I can prevent it. If I don’t… vomiting follows and it’s just a bad scene.

By the time we got into the car, package in hand, I could feel myself trying to crawl away from the light and I was practically tearing the box open with my teeth.

An hour later, some of the pain having subsided, Ringo got in the car and said, “Mom, why is your one eye half closed. You look like you just woke up…” I guess subconsciously my eyes were closing to keep the light out. Who knows?

All I know is I’m pain free right now, I have a mere shadow of it left, as if its lurking and ready to come back, and I’m hoping a hot shower and decent sleep will help.

Meanwhile, I’m so frickin’ sick of 5th grade. I know. I’ve ranted here before about it. These book report art projects are going to be the frickin’ end of me. I can’t believe I have one more kid to put through 5th grade. I truly think it might be the end of me. The thought of Bones in 5th grade is enough to bring me to my knees.

This project? Create a cereal box out of the book, with specifications on what goes on the sides.

Create a cereal box.

Wtf happened to, “Write a book report. Don’t forget the name of the book and the author. Give a brief summary and Conclusion.” The Frickin’ End.

Done.

I’m done.

I think to date we’ve created two book covers, a movie poster, a cereal box and I KNOW at the end of the school year we have some shadow box thing coming.

Please.

I’m done.

Can you tell?

GRRRRR.

On a lighter note… Ringo made a 75 on this last math test, and I’m not putting this out there as blog fodder to embarrass the stew out of him, but it’s kind of funny and hey, someone may learn from this.

He has great math aptitude and other than getting bored and deciding to go on homework strike for two weeks (I didn’t blog that, I don’t think… it was a real low here in the House of Bou), he makes A’s on his math tests. Oh and the time he went on the two week strike where I nearly unleashed the Hounds of Hell onto him? He still made a 97 on the test.

The kid has it going on analytically.

I never get mad at test grades unless the kid is really screwing around. So he jumped in the car and said, first thing out of his mouth, “Mom, I made a 75 on my math test.”

Me: Holy crap. What’s up with that? Did you do the homework?

Ringo: yeah.

Me: You know the drill. I don’t care about the grade. Do you understand the information? Math builds on itself…

Ringo, looking sheepish: yeah, well, this math building thing. I get that now…

Me: why?

Ringo: You’ll see…

So I drove home thinking, “What in the world?”

I got his test and went over all the problems he missed, which is also part of our drill. Actually, our drill is, confess up front about the grade, go over the test and make sure that the concepts are clear, reteach if I need to.

The we move on. Water under the bridge, its done.

So I looked at what he missed and it was to round to the nearest tenth on every problem. He missed THREE five point problems because he rounded to the wrong number. I shook my head, blinked a couple times and said, “Dude, this is greater than five… you have to round UP.”

He had a blank stare and I said, “Do you get this? Do you get rounding?” and I explained the concept.

Finally he grinned and said, “Remember how we talked about math building? Well, I failed that test in 3rd grade. I never got it. I thought if that 2nd number was great than the first you rounded up, otherwise you rounded down. I never got rounding until… now.”

Good grief. The kid can find the volume of a cylinder and solve for X, but until now, none of us realized… he didn’t understand the concept of rounding

Holy crap. We keep laughing about it… and what is pretty funny is rounding is a real world concept. He may never find the volume of a cylinder again, except in math class… but he WILL round in real life!

Posted by Boudicca at January 16, 2008 09:49 PM | TrackBack
Comments

Too bad the book ain't "Breakfast of Champions."

Posted by: Toluca Nole at January 16, 2008 10:26 PM

ACK - sorry about the migraine... I'm glad you caught it in time.

Now could we just go back in time and you can handle my son - I could never do anything with him when it came to school. Heh.

Posted by: Teresa at January 16, 2008 11:55 PM

my guess would be the teacher is trying to come up with "interesting" projects because one or more students isn't doing at least half the work, a "maybe if I make them want to do the project that follows, they will actually read the book that I care about them reading" sort of thing!

Posted by: me at January 17, 2008 09:33 AM

TN- Not thinkin' he's ready for Vonegut! Gah. too bad they don't have these art projects in frickin' High School.

Teresa- Oh but you had different issues than I have. But... we'll see how this goes. I suspect I will not be able to help Bones much. My frustration levels get too high, which is something tough to admit.

Me- Absolutely. I was talking to the art teacher as I was walking in with his cereal box book report (I had to take it to the class because he had morning patrol duty) and I said, "What happened to regular book reports?" and she said that they took this workshop on how to make school more interesting and this is the after effect. Blech. She also said that when her boys got out of school, her first thought was, "NO MORE HOMEWORK!! YAY!!!" That will be mine...

Posted by: Bou at January 17, 2008 12:25 PM

Oh crap! That sounds just like new fads in business created by business professors who never actually worked in business.

I had to take an experimental Algebra I & II course that was so screwed up that by the time everyone got to Algebra III, they had to have some remedial after school classes to fix the lack of learning. As you say Math builds. I was good enough in Algebra, that I was able to skip the remedial classes and learn on my own. Fah! Heaven help us from educational fads.

BTW, my nephew had to write papers in his Math class. My brother-in-law sent a letter to his school stating that they don't teach Math in English class so why are they teaching English in Math class.

Posted by: Denny at January 18, 2008 02:01 PM