Aha – this time I am getting my memory challenge post up before midnight. Whew!
Today’s post is inspired by being busy…overwhelmingly wonderfuly busy doing the things I love to do, writing and teaching and talking to great people about things we all love to do, like writing and teaching, well you get the idea.
Trying to get organized made me think about homework in school. I have always been deadline driven, much to my mother’s dismay. Those projects that teachers would give you several weeks to do? I’d wait until a couple of days before it was due, go into panic mode, and then work like a demon until I got it done and collected my good grade.
I can remember doing a report on Argentina and we had a family friend who often went there for business. There was so much I could have learned by asking him questions but leaving that report until the night before made it a wee bit impossible.
Math homework was always saved for the absolute last minute because I hated it so very much. Science was the same thing.
I always wanted to do my homework sprawled in front of the television set but I usually had to sit in the kitchen and work on it while my grandmother was fixing dinner.
hmm…looks like I don’t have as many homework memories as I thought I did. Probably because except for math I loved school. I didn’t actually MIND doing the homework, I just had a hard time getting started.
What about you? Do you have any homework memories from your childhood?
I remember doing homework while propped up in a hospital bed, several friends taking turns writing it out. They never cheated and corrected it when I was wrong. They always double checked it though, and still, sometimes I got it wrong.
I remember the first time I was allowed to do my homework after the trampling. It was strange to hold the pencil again, and my handwriting was atrocious, but I did the homework.
The other thing that really sticks out about homework? After the trampling, and after I started catching up on the schoolwork I missed, my mother railed at me once, because my grades slipped.
I’m glad you had friends there at the hospital helping you out.
And of course your mother would do that to you…grrrrr! **hugs**
I was in high school when my youngest sister was born, and she had horrible colic. I remember having my World Civ notes spread out on the kitchen table and trying to memorize dates as I walked the floor with her (back and forth, back and forth), patting her back and trying to get her comfortable while World War I ended and the League of Nations was formed.
I find this a fascinating memory. Thanks for sharing it.
All I remember was that I DID do my math homework (in HS) in front of the TV. I never understood a bit of math after 9th grade. What WERE my parents thinking?
Catharsis time, yeah! It was Algebra that did me in high school.I did that homework almost never. Or at midnight after I read the novel that had tons of sexy scenes. Hmmm. Do you suppose that’s why I got my first-ever D? “How dare that Algebra teacher freak do that?”