I don't understand them sometimes.

[conuly]

Evangeline had math to do, she told me. Now, I know she has a history of claiming she has no writing and then not doing the writing she really had all the time, so I try not to fall for it...

Me: and your writing!
Eva: I don't have any writing.
Me: Then you have to do some writing of your own choice.
Eva: Oh! Yeah, I have to write a poem. I forgot.

*some time later*

Eva: I'm done with my homework! Here, you can check my math.
Me: Let me see your poem.
Eva: ...why?
Me: Because I want to make sure it is done.
Eva: ... Okay, hold on.

*another ten minutes*

Eva: Here is my poem! Let me read it to you!
Me: It, uh, would be faster for me to read it myself.
Eva: I want to read it! *recites poem*
Me: Great! Let me just see it.
Eva: Whoops, I lost the page.
Me: *flipflipflip* It's not in here.
Eva: You're so mean! I wrote it! I wrote it!
Me: Well, write it again!
Eva: UGH!!!

Sheesh.

Comments

[goss]

LOL. This is my classroom every single day. And they're in high school. :b

[conuly]

Do they have this idea that we will fall for it?

[goss]

The flipping through books/bag hoping for magically manifesting assignments is the classic. *facepalm*

[conuly]

Well, in a classroom you have 20+ other kids, and only 45 minutes. You will eventually give up. I'm her aunt! We are at home! Why would I give up?

[ncp.livejournal.com]

She's ten. My kid is FIVE and tries to pull this stuff.

[conuly]

Wrong kid, Eva is eight. Ana is almost eleven, and you know how important that almost is!

Apparently, they don't outgrow it, either.