Homework

I often have to bring work home. I guess you would call this homework. I think since I was about 12 I have always had to do homework. Now 28 years later I am still doing it. I guess in the job that I do I signed up for it. I understood what I was getting myself into so this is fair enough.

 

But recently there has been a change in the Vogue household as the younger members of the family have also had to adjust to the world of home work, or home learning as it has become increasingly known as. Slowly over the last few years and especially since September the frequency and complexity of the tasks have increased.
 

Homework involves the whole family. I guess this is one of it purposes, at least for younger children. It generates a parental engagement. For some families this will mean that the homework is discussed and the tasks are done together, ideally with the child taking the lead.

This week my eldest has had to do some literacy home learning involving commas, something, I am, not, very good at. Tonight she has had to find out what space suits are made of. She has to choose 10 kitchen items, place them in order of estimated mass then measure their mass and comment on how good the estimation was.

Now when I get home for work I have my own homework to do and also help with my children's learning. So for those of you that think homework is in the past for you...watch out as the kids grow up it comes back with a vengeance.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Sparkly bathroom prevented by natural chemical equilibria

Image
I have had the pleasure of cleaning the bathroom today. I have used a number of different products over the years to find a chemical that will remove the annoying marks from the tiles, taps and shower screen. The hard water means that no matter how clean and sparkly I get the taps, they are only two showers away from being once again covered in the annoying white powder.   Crystals of limescale (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Kesselstein_k.jpg) There is a lot of interesting chemistry involved in limescale. It is essentially deposits of insoluble calcium carbonate left behind from the hot water. But how does it get into the water in the first place and why doesn't it stay in it? Limescale initially starts as limestone, chalk and other similar sedimentary rocks that formed from the bodies of tiny calcium containing sea creatures that lived in warm shallow tropical seas millions of years ago. See the BBC clip at this learning zone site. Since their formation these rocks have been
Read more

Polka dot, 7 inches, 15 minutes, luke warm

Image
January 2010 and a new craze hit Facebook. Across the social network women started to post colours as their status. Some posted beige, some ivory, some hot pink, some polka dot. For a while people across the world were confused, intrigued, indeed fascinated by what these colours could mean. In fact the colours referred to the colour of the bra the woman was wearing that particular day. This 'craze' was in aid of a breast cancer awareness campaign a fantastic cause and in my opinion a clever and innovative use of Facebook. Over the last couple of days some of the ladies have begun to post a length measured in inches followed by a time in minutes. This has resulted in a status that might read '6 inches 25 minutes'. Oh how amusing...I like a bit of smut but I found these updates strangely annoying. Obviously it doesn't mean what it says and is code for something fairly inane and boring. So slightly intrigued and determined to crack the code I did what I always
Read more

When Halloween Was Scary

It's funny how when you are a kid things are scary. I remember one Halloween walking down the road in the afternoon (it wasn't even dark) to post a letter for my Mum. I was probably about 10 or 11. As I walked down the road I heard the loudest pantomime villain laugh. I looked around and could see no none. It then happened again and to say I was unnerved is an understatement. I was properly scared. I quickly turned on my heels and sprinted home. At that age lots of things are scary. I used to quite like being scared. My father used to video the Hammer House of Horror shows that were shown on a Saturday night and my brother and I used to watch them Sunday mornings. I remember one which involved a porcelain doll. The doll was found in a large country house and throughout the film caused numerous instances of terror and death. At the end the couple flee the house and the closing shot shows the doll peeking out of their suitcase. My brother was so scared of this that the sheer me
Read more