Homework for Parents
My darling 5 year old daughter, known as Challah on this blog, came home today with a stuffed puppy. This is "Yaakov Hakelev". Each member of her class has taken Yaakov home for a weekend, and is expected to fill a few pages in Yaakov's diary by telling (in first person) what Yaakov did over Shabbat. I say it is the members of the class, but these are subliterate kids, so of course the moms are doing the writing. Ya'akov's diary is filled with pages of descriptions and digital pictures of menus, guests, Saturday-night slumber parties, etc.
I'm not that good at these things! This was going to be a really relaxed Shabbat for me. Challah and soup and cake and even kugel are coming from the freezer. We aren't having any guests. I don't have anything planned for Saturday night or Sunday. Now I either have to make some plans (to entertain a stuffed dog?) or figure out how to make my truly humdrum weekend sound as perky, gemutlich, and refreshing as the other 20 in the book (See what happens when you are at the end of the alphabet?). Who comes up with this stuff????
Just to be fair, I must have one soulmate among the moms in the class. Page 34 has a picture of the doggie looking out a car window. Someone locked Yaakov Hakelev in the trunk and fogot about him for the weekend.
I'm not that good at these things! This was going to be a really relaxed Shabbat for me. Challah and soup and cake and even kugel are coming from the freezer. We aren't having any guests. I don't have anything planned for Saturday night or Sunday. Now I either have to make some plans (to entertain a stuffed dog?) or figure out how to make my truly humdrum weekend sound as perky, gemutlich, and refreshing as the other 20 in the book (See what happens when you are at the end of the alphabet?). Who comes up with this stuff????
Just to be fair, I must have one soulmate among the moms in the class. Page 34 has a picture of the doggie looking out a car window. Someone locked Yaakov Hakelev in the trunk and fogot about him for the weekend.
posted by tuesdaywishes at 10:46 AM
10 Comments:
Awww...I had a stuffed animal that had a birthday. And I made my brother say kaddish for him when my mom washed him and the stuffing came out.
you dont need an interesting weekend
you have us in blogging world to keep you entertained
I did this with my preschool class for bear week. It doesn't have to be anything elaborate. It's all about imagination. Get everone dressed up including kelev and go to a wedding. Put on your fav jewish music and dance. Or you can gather blankets and all your couch pillows and go camping or rock climbing. You dont have to invite anyone over...
Why don't you write that you planted Yaakov in front of the TV all weekend while you surfed the net and your kids played video games.
Whoops, that would be my house.
I, um, took the pictures but forgot to print them out. Whoops. They might still be on the camera, I don't think I even uploaded them to the computer yet. There is still hope. (or maybe not, because I'm writing htis during second period at school Monday.)
It's okay tzipster. I figured out how to get the pics and even print them. We told the class that the doggie did everything your little sister did, even though we actually kept him in the linen closet so he wouldn't get used as a tackling dummy by the boys.
If you are the one put to work, what is the educational value of this?
Is this the teacher’s way of getting back at parents? Or cultivating jealousy between the kids?
come over for some barbecue fun
Laya, your title encompasses all the grades in the school and *everything* we're paying tuition for!
I'm struggling with grade 3 math: you think the school will give me some remedial help?
I know the feeling. We had the gerbil assignment recently.
It really irritates me though when the teachers give homework that the kids can't do without their parents help. My first grader had math word problems, but she can't read yet, so I had to read it to her first, that's not fair.
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