This wonderful Huffington adrbnddaaf
Post essay by Holly Robinson describes her 6th grade son’s misery in school. It sounds so much like my fifth grade son’s misery, it made me realize that maybe his “school = lethal injection minus the yummy last meal” attitude just may be generic. Having been a girl all my life, I didn’t realize boys could be so out of synch with the whole classroom thing. I thought everyone aspired to to Teacher’s Pet-for-Life.
Anyway, the part that really gets me — in my son’s life and in Ms. Robinson’s 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 a thief by taking away his day job. Now what’s he going to do?
Probably not start re-organizing his five-subject binder. So here’s to good old-fashioned recess: more of it, not less.
(And if we could work on more essays about history or art or science instead of endless “personal narratives,” that would be lovely, too. I swear, the New York City public schools are teaching kids to blog! But that’s for another rant.)
Yours on the cusp of summer — Lenore