Ana had a writing assignment, "A Special Member of My Family". She was supposed to write about a member of her family, somebody she'd, say, like to spend a whole day with.
She was SUPPOSED to do this on Thursday, but that didn't happen. This wasn't solely the fault of the blackout, let's be honest here, but that was a big factor in this.
She could've done it Friday morning, but she was too busy not-doing her math homework. So she really ought to have done it over the weekend, but I'm guessing her mother didn't remember to tell her father, and Ana sure wasn't gonna bring it up!
So on Monday, in the library, when I see it's still. not. done I told her we HAD to do it that night. No more dawdling. No more delays. And she actually, with a lot of work and effort (and a small break while I was picking rosemary to pour nail polish all over the table, ye gods, she's seven!), did manage to put out about a page of work (she skips lines, though, so it's not as much as all that) before dinner. Except that she completely forgot the focus of her composition ("It's NOT a composition!" she tells me this morning. Ana, honey, you're being stubborn for the sake of being stubborn. You don't even know what a composition is, but if you think arguing the point will get you out of doing your work you are sadly mistaken) and went off on a wild tangent about being adopted by her teacher in Scotland and having Audrey (of the Outback, a book she's totally reading all by herself*) as her REAL sister.
So I forcibly dragged her back to her subject this morning, forbade her from erasing any of it except those last two crazy sentences, and gave her very strict instructions: Write WHY you picked your sister. Not why we're all mean. Not why you hate me. WHY. YOU. PICKED. YOUR. SISTER.
The drama! The angst! Three sentences telling us that her sister is funny andnot mean like the rest of the family doesn't yell is the only nice one besides Mommy TELLS JOKES?
I might as well have asked her to write a dissertation on the meaning of friendship. In Greek.
She finally, finally, FINALLY managed to get out a few chunkily written sentences, pencil grasped firmly in the fist of doom so I could know how much she hates this. At this point we were late, so I grabbed everybody, threw them out the door, and ran to school, arriving JUST in time.
As writing assignments go, this is much improved over "Write about your day. Every day. FOREVER!!!!" and none of this would've happened if she hadn't refused to do it when it was assigned.
*Last year's teacher, of course, told me outright that she couldn't put Ana in a higher reading group because she wouldn't write about what she read and therefore maybe she didn't comprehend what she was reading. Yeah. Ana's reading full-on chapter books now and talking about them, so I don't think her comprehension was ever the problem. She just doesn't like to write.
She was SUPPOSED to do this on Thursday, but that didn't happen. This wasn't solely the fault of the blackout, let's be honest here, but that was a big factor in this.
She could've done it Friday morning, but she was too busy not-doing her math homework. So she really ought to have done it over the weekend, but I'm guessing her mother didn't remember to tell her father, and Ana sure wasn't gonna bring it up!
So on Monday, in the library, when I see it's still. not. done I told her we HAD to do it that night. No more dawdling. No more delays. And she actually, with a lot of work and effort (and a small break while I was picking rosemary to pour nail polish all over the table, ye gods, she's seven!), did manage to put out about a page of work (she skips lines, though, so it's not as much as all that) before dinner. Except that she completely forgot the focus of her composition ("It's NOT a composition!" she tells me this morning. Ana, honey, you're being stubborn for the sake of being stubborn. You don't even know what a composition is, but if you think arguing the point will get you out of doing your work you are sadly mistaken) and went off on a wild tangent about being adopted by her teacher in Scotland and having Audrey (of the Outback, a book she's totally reading all by herself*) as her REAL sister.
So I forcibly dragged her back to her subject this morning, forbade her from erasing any of it except those last two crazy sentences, and gave her very strict instructions: Write WHY you picked your sister. Not why we're all mean. Not why you hate me. WHY. YOU. PICKED. YOUR. SISTER.
The drama! The angst! Three sentences telling us that her sister is funny and
I might as well have asked her to write a dissertation on the meaning of friendship. In Greek.
She finally, finally, FINALLY managed to get out a few chunkily written sentences, pencil grasped firmly in the fist of doom so I could know how much she hates this. At this point we were late, so I grabbed everybody, threw them out the door, and ran to school, arriving JUST in time.
As writing assignments go, this is much improved over "Write about your day. Every day. FOREVER!!!!" and none of this would've happened if she hadn't refused to do it when it was assigned.
*Last year's teacher, of course, told me outright that she couldn't put Ana in a higher reading group because she wouldn't write about what she read and therefore maybe she didn't comprehend what she was reading. Yeah. Ana's reading full-on chapter books now and talking about them, so I don't think her comprehension was ever the problem. She just doesn't like to write.
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Date: 2010-09-21 03:01 pm (UTC)I think part of it was subject matter, since I never did much on my summers, not being allowed out of the house and all except for the backyard. It doesn't take a 100 words to write, 'read all day, bugged my mom some, drew some pictures'. Part of it was a natural brevity that stayed with me to this day.
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Date: 2010-09-21 03:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-21 04:13 pm (UTC)2. I'm not sure it's a rule, just her teacher's idea last year.
3. I'm fairly sure that she doesn't care - she mostly reads her books at home now, and brings them to school in her lunchbox.
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Date: 2010-09-21 04:55 pm (UTC)It is rather stupid, but I don't think it'll really hurt her, so that is good. But that is just my opinion, and I've never even met her.
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Date: 2010-09-21 05:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-21 05:26 pm (UTC)But no, right now she's more of the "OMG! I MUST AVOID THIS SO NOBODY KNOWS I CAN NOT DO IT!" type. It's driving me up the wall.
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Date: 2010-09-21 06:07 pm (UTC)At her age I thought a composition was music.
When you ask her why she doesn't like to write what does she say?
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Date: 2010-09-21 06:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-22 10:02 am (UTC)...oh! wait. Ana.
I thought this was Evangeline. Her doing writing assignments was throwing me for a loop, but I had the wrong sister in mind.
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Date: 2010-09-22 12:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-22 01:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-22 03:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-22 06:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-22 01:22 pm (UTC)(Though with that said, the idea that handwriting is obsolete makes me laugh. I avoid writing as much as humanly possible, and I still find myself writing shopping lists, addresses, phone numbers....)