...for every time I said, "You.cannot.do.this.math.in.your.head. I.will.mark.it.wrong.if.you.do.not.show.your.work," I could buy you a nice dinner, my friend.
And while we're on the subject of school, where have all the pencils gone? Is there any home school that knows where the pencils are? Are they all at your house?
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They are, in fact, all at my house. Unfortunately every last one is in need of sharpening.
ReplyDeleteAnd the sharpener's upstairs.
Could you run and do that for me, please? There's a sweetie.
I'd like a nickel for everytime I said, "Check your work." :)
ReplyDeleteWe need pencils also.
Margaret, sweetie, I'd be most obliged to sharpen your pencils if you would but loan me a few with erasers. Don't you love that scratchy sound the metal band makes when you try to erase with a flat eraser? Just lovely.
ReplyDeleteCheryl -- my patent response to not checking work is, "Do the problem until you get the same answer twice." I wish I could make it into a clever acronym like PEMDAS or a mnemonic like Please Excuse My Dear Aunt Sally -- they would remember it better!
No, they're not at my house. At least, not the ones with points. Or the ones longer than 2 inches. I think they must escape into the wild, probably leaving unnoticed through the front door when the kids go out to play. There are probably herds of reclusive sharpened pencils living happily in suburban woods all over the nation.
ReplyDeleteI hope they're friendly.
Why is showing your work such a hard concept to grasp? I know I fought my father on it. Of course, in college, when you could get partial credit for showing your work, I was thanking him dearly. My dad used to say, "The leading cause of death among teenage girls...doing algebra homework with their fathers." Here's praying that my girls won't be as stubborn as I was!
ReplyDeleteMine were being used for Robin Hood arrows... got any aspiring young archers there?
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