Homework has Changed

Mon, Wed and Friday this week are school days.
Tues and Thurs at home days with additional work to be done.
Tues I receive a text from T telling me that he:
a) does not understand the homework
b) cannot email his teacher as he did not have his Chromebook.
I wanted to know where the Chromebook was.
He had left it at home and I saw him leave without it.
Responded with he is a big boy and I am not responsible for ensuring he has what he needs.
I got back a grumpy I know but I can’t do this.
Told him that we would look at it when he arrived home.
As I was not working Wednesday I could stay up and help with the homework.
He arrives home and hauls out his red folder.
First up: Patterns (Math)
There is a pyramid with numbers in the bottom corners/blanks and one must figure out the numbers.
I admit I looked over it for about 30 seconds or so before my brain made the connection.
No matter what way I explained it T could not understand what I was doing.
Finally though I think that he understood.
Main problem he had: No one said it was math mom!
I chuckled a little and told him this was something we would have to work on.
Next Up: Root Words (ELA)
He was given roots i.e. graph/gram and had to find the words or the meaning.
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Photograph
I asked if he was suppose to be looking up the root meanings?
IDK is the most common line of response.
As we are going along he is beginning to understand.
Each answer must contain the ‘root’ word.
We get to -dict-
I cannot remember the first word but the meaning of the second word:
To say or command something forcefully.
First word to pop into my head: Edict
T looks at me as if I am making up words.
I told him that his teacher was going to know that I was helping him with his homework.
T laughed and said she should be able to figure out that I helped him with everything.
We did get through all 4 pages of work and were thrilled until T turned to the last page.
He was suppose to write a paper or something on the quote:
No one has the power to destroy your dreams unless you give it to them.
Agree/Disagree.
T says he disagrees but what did I think?
I said I agree.
He said so do I then.
I asked why?
He said I am just going to pretend that I did not see this page.
I could not fault him with that one.
It was 10:30 and I was not about to read and edit his work.
Told him he could do it in the morning.
Needless to say the paper did not get written yesterday a.m. before school.
Whether he has written it or not I am unsure.
I will have to assume I will either receive an email if he has not or he has done so and I can forget about it.
I am not sure about this additional task to add to my day.
I work 40 hours a week.
I am mom 24/7.
I am a chauffeur.
Chief Cook & Bottle Washer.
Maid service.
Cheerleader.
And now…..teacher.
One thing though as teacher I am not going to include learning on my own behalf.
If the ‘new’ math does not work for me I will be using ‘old’ math.
You know the one that was around for hundreds of years.
That no one had any issue with until-well-could someone please explain to me what the hell the point of new math is?
T does math in his head.
Like his mother.
Like his father.
We do not show our work with words.
We do show our work with numbers.
If the answer is the same who the heck cares how you got there as long as you got there.
Math is hard enough as it is why make it harder?
Have a totally awesome Thursday lovies.
©Nov. 19/20
Picture is my own

Like, Um, Just

Last week this all began. Thursday was the day of the absolutely mortifying conversation and subsequent change in behaviour. That was all the day that T and me talked. I did not yell or scream, he did not feel he needed to make excuses, we talked. And than we even sat down and had dinner together.

As T and me are eating and having even more conversations, I slowly become aware of the fact the every other word out of T’s mouth is like. Followed by um. Flashback to the day before when I was going to the back to do something and passed a young woman on her phone. Every second word in that 30 second snippet I overheard was like. Like this, like that.

Now I guarantee you that as Chichi is reading this, she is howling over her cup of Yarba chortling ‘oh Jay.’

The story behind the word like in our household:

I am a child of the 70’s and 80’s. Valley Girl idioms made their way as far north as Winnipeg, Manitoba. So like was a popular word. My mom hates it. My aunt who is an editor hates it. I now realize why.

In February 2016 I went and spent two weeks with my mom. Am pretty sure that those two weeks saved my life because when I came back home I had a game plan for how to move away from the toxicity I found myself in. Chichi and me walked a lot and talked. We always have. Or rather, I have always told her everything and she in return tries to not offer advice but listen and allow me to talk my way through it.

I imagine after about a week Chichi was exasperated by my continued use of the word like in my sentences. Finally she demanded of me if I knew how often I said the word like when I was speaking. I was taken aback. I never use the word like I countered. Really? Chichi challenged me to listen to what I was saying and to count how many times I used it.

Holy cow Batman!

It was horrible. I was using like as though it were fairy dust and I was sprinkling that shit everywhere.

Like is the lazy way of speaking, Chichi and my Aunt ringing in my head. You are in too much of a rush to speak and not to find the words that will help you express what you need to. (As a writer I understand however 2 years ago I was still bumbling around in the dark, lost and buried beneath my life and unhappiness.)

It took a lot of perseverance but I was able to do it. I stopped in the middle of sentences a lot for a while when the word like danced on my tongue. But I did it.

Now flash forward to my household and T’s receiving the exact same lecture that I did 2 years ago. I explained how it was considered to be a lazy way of speaking. That he needed to slow down and think about what he was saying. T looked at me and went okay mom. And as I type this I realize that I have not heard him use the word like at all.

Before though you raise your morning coffee/tea and salute me in this I do have a confession to make:

I have discovered another word that I overuse when I am writing text messages or am talking and that word is ‘Just.’

I just walked in the door.

I just got off the phone.

I just, I just, I just, must, need to find another word to describe the moment.

🙂