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Friday, May 28, 2010

Homework Blues -- Chinese

So I'm trying the whole bilingual thing with the 9 year old... it's an experiment of sorts that requires copious amounts of blood, sweat and tears on my part. But she seems keen enough as far as the speaking part is concerned. And thank heavens, she is blessed with a good memory.

Your run-of-the-mill school homework is indubitably an exercise in pain but Chinese homework is another kind of pain. A pit of despair kind of pain.

The kind of pain that I can't fob off to to the husband because unfortunately, he knows only enough Chinese to have conversation with a six month old.

I say to her. "Get your Chinese homework completed."
She does her obligatory whining.
"Well, if you did it earlier you wouldn't have to do it now."
She groans and rubs her neck. "But mum... I have a sore neck..."

I'm eyeing her suspiciously, "You didn't have a sore neck before when you were reading Tin Tin."
"But mum..."

The 9 year old is... to put the best construction on the matter... is allergic to thinking despite all her protestations to the contrary.

"You're allergic to thinking." I say as a parental passing shot for her calling out my name every 30 seconds.
"No, I'm not."
"Then why do you call out for me everytime you do a new exercise?"
"I don't..."
"Just try it first and when you've finished, I'll come and check."

A few minutes, I go to check up on the progress of the homework.

I look it over and tell her as gently as possible that she's made a mistake. I brace myself for the worst. And whaddya know, she doesn't disappointment. She throws a fit worthy of a reality tv personality.

"I always get it wrong. I can never get it right." Boohoohoo... Theatrics, hysterics and high drama.
But I am at my parental best so I wax philosophical. "There's nothing wrong with making mistakes... as long as you learn from them."

She scowls, moans and grudgingly takes out her rubber. (Not necessarily in that order) Immediately she goes to work on the mistake.

I walk away to safety (out of sight) and tell myself, maybe it's better that I let the Chinese teacher tell her what's wrong on Saturday.

1 comment:

  1. I am equally pulling my hair out trying to find creative ways to educate my son. We westeners feel that it is only boys who make excuses not to do their homework. I have to sit with my son and turn it into "male bonding time" to get him interested which always causes friction with the wife.


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