Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Low expectations = poor results

The other day, I ordered some Singapore Math books because L was getting really bored by the math we were doing. We've been using Progress in Mathematics, a curriculum that's gotten some great reviews, but it just wasn't going anywhere. There was a lot of repetition, but there didn't seem to be any real progression in the way the facts were presented, in terms of facts building on other facts. There wasn't much depth, either. The stuff was really really dumb. Okay, okay. I know what you're thinking. It's KINDERGARTEN.

Yes, that's true. It's just kindergarten, and I'm not trying to push my child into being a prodigy or anything like that. But my philosophy is, if we have to spend any time on it at all, shouldn't it at least be teaching her something? And if she's not learning from it, shouldn't we be doing something else, like playing in the park? Or reading a book?

I went to the last pages of the book, where they have a cumulative review of what's been learnt through the year. I figured that that would give me the best view of what she should have been taught. First of all, they have a section on using a calculator. To do 2 + 2 + 2 = 6. That's just wrong. Kids just learning the concept of addition shouldn't be encouraged to get a machine to do the thinking for them. Secondly, this was what the cumulative questions were: A drawing of a steaming mug of coffee, and the choice of "hot" and "cold", the question being "Choose the temperature." Another item had 2 pictures, one of a woman cutting a watermelon and another of her cutting a banana. The question was "Which activity takes less time?". There was only one question that involved any calculating: 6 cents - 3 cents = ? cents (accompanied by a picture of six pennies with 3 crossed out.)

Turning to the Singapore Math books (which is the curriculum mandated by the Singapore goverment and gaining popularity over here), I flipped to the end of the books and saw that the kids were doing things like 3 + 4 = ? and simple fractions and word problems like"
I have $10.
I bought an ice-cream for $2.
I bought a chocolate bar for $2.
How much money do I have now?
In other words, real math.

I'm not advocating that we should be cramming our kids' brains with math, or claiming that knowing or not knowing fractions by the age of 5 is indicative of the way the rest of their lives are going to play out. Like I said before, I just feel that if we're going to be spending the time on any of this stuff, at least make it meaningful. Let them really learn something, rather than have the subject matter dumbed down to the level that no one can get an answer wrong and, heaven forbid, have their self-esteem hurt. We expect so little of our kids!

Friday, February 15, 2008

Another reason to homeschool

In one of the classes we've been taking, there is a little boy who makes me think, "Thank god this kid's being homeschooled." Because if he were in a regular classroom, he'd be the Bad Seed and put on drugs.

This boy, who is about L's age, I'd guess, couldn't sit still, blurted out answers to every question without raising his hand, made loud digressionary comments and jumped out of his chair every once in a while to run and look at something else. The teacher, to her credit, handled it really well, being firm but rewarding him when he did remember to raise his hand by recognizing his effort with a thank you.

I imagine that being taught at home gives him the focused attention he needs, allows the instruction to be tailored to work around whatever issues it is that he has, and saves him from the day-in-day-out wearing down of the spirit that would come with being treated as the class problem child. And frankly, having him all day in a classroom would probably be enormously draining for the teacher and incredibly distracting to the other kids. I don't know if this is why the mother chose to homeschool, but I applaud her decision. Christ, it must be hard, though.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Being frogs at Zoo School



This picture (again, terrible) is of the 2nd Central Park Zoo class. We almost didn't make it because it was such a crappy day and I was still under the weather with this stupid stomach bug I haven't been able to shake. But since it's only once a month, I felt obligated to go and managed to drag L out into the rain.


It was a great class. The zoo keeper had a large marine toad named Martha that she let the kids touch which was very exciting (it was huge!!! And it peed in her hand, which thrilled the kids even more). She talked about the concept of metamorphoses, going through the various stages of a frog's life to illustrate, and had the kids curled up and twitching as frog eggs, then wiggling on the carpet as tadpoles, and on up till they were hopping madly around the room. Very funny. Then they learned all about different kinds of habitats and what's necessary for life (food, water, shelter, space), and went to the penguin exhibit to look at their habitat. It was the first time I'd ever been in there where there wasn't anyone else but our small group. It was dark and quiet, and the children got to run back and forth in front of the long glass windows, chasing the penguins as they flashed through the water.


After the class, L wanted to take another walk through the rain forest exhibit. She remembered the names of more of the birds than I did (which isn't saying much since I can barely remember the names of my kids these days), and we happily followed the Victoria Crown Pigeon around for a while before heading home.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Bzzzz the hornet robot

This is a robot that L made in Robotics class today. It moves on six little buggy legs, has flashing red eyes and

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Homeschool kids

Today was homeschool soccer day at Pier 40, over on the far west side. It's only our 2nd time there, but L barrelled in like she was born on astroturf. It helps that one of her favorite boys, Lu. from nursery school, is also there. They were tumbling around, dribbling soccer balls around, over, through the little traffic cones. As we were leaving, L said, very satisfied, "I like the soccer teacher. I don't know his name, but I like him." Coach Manny, for the record.

One thing I've noticed is that homeschool kids play differently than public-school kids. At least as far as I can tell from my limited experience. In the school playgrounds, there was always a big group of boys roughhousing, doing "boy" stuff and a big group of girls chasing each other and doing "girl" stuff. And these groups are further divided by ethnicity. And age. Very rarely do these groups interact.

The homeschool kids seem more fluid. Boys and girls. Black and white (I haven't met Asian homeschoolers yet, though I've heard rumours they exist). Age groups. The kids also seem much more at ease with adults. They actually initiate conversations! The boys are still rough and tumble, and the girls still play with dolls, but the groups seem to touch each other more frequently. It's kind of cool.