This wonderful Huffington adrbnddaaf
Post essay by Holly Robinson describes her 6th grade son’s misery inÂ school. It sounds so much like myÂ fifth grade son’s misery, it made me realize that maybeÂ his “school = lethal injection minus the yummy last meal” Â attitudeÂ Â just may beÂ generic.Â Having been a girl all my life, I didn’t realize boys could be so out of synch with the whole classroomÂ thing.Â I thought everyoneÂ aspired to toÂ Teacher’s Pet-for-Life.
Anyway, the part that really gets me — in my son’s life and in Ms. Robinson’sÂ essay — is that when kids are so bored and miserable as to be disruptive, the punishment of choice seems to be: No recess.
Which makes about as much sense as trying to rehab aÂ thief by taking away his day job. Now what’s he going to do?
Probably not start re-organizing his five-subjectÂ binder.Â So here’s to good old-fashioned recess: more of it, not less.Â Â
(And if we could work on more essays aboutÂ history or art orÂ Â science instead of endlessÂ Â “personal narratives,”Â that would be lovely, too.Â I swear, the New York City public schoolsÂ are teaching kids to blog! But that’s for another rant.)
YoursÂ on the cusp of summer –Â Lenore