September 18, 2014

The Academic Push: Is Homework really necessary for a 4-year old?

Category: Critter Stories

[Warning: A lengthy post]

When Spud started her new school term barely a month ago, she came home bearing a back-to-school welcome letter from her new Homeroom Teacher on her very first day at school that was addressed to us, parents.

In that letter, we were explicitly told that Spud would now be getting homework on a regular basis.

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Letter from school on the 1st day

Spud is 4 years old, and is in K2. She is now going to school full time and doing a 7-hour day. She goes for gymnastic class once a week after school and that would inevitable stretch her hours in school to almost 9 hours, including travel time.

My eyebrows furrowed deep when I read that. My heart immediately bolted out in retaliation at the words “homework” and “regularly” spelt out in a single sentence. I was annoyed at the thought that not only a 4 year old is now expected to submit homework assignments, and that, we parents are “expected to co-operate” as we should; but also at the fact that neither Silver Bullet nor I would be able to be spend time with her on her assignments as we don’t usually get home till after 6.30 pm. To wait for us to come back will be ridiculous – Spud will be too exhausted, and it will be way past her bedtime!

Not wanting to over-react, I shrugged it aside, convincing myself that a little homework would do no harm and that “regularly” had meant only, perhaps, a couple  of times a week.  After all, she is only 4. I felt that they cannot be seriously pushing for academic excellence at this age.  I then enlisted the help of our Nanny to do the needful supervision when Spud gets home from school whenever she has a homework.

I have always make it a habit to check the kids’ school bags when I get home and I always look forward to read their teachers’ daily report as to what they have been up to during the day. Depending on the day’s happenings, those daily reports also give me a little conversation piece to chat about with the kids when I tuck them to bed.

It seemed that I had grossly underestimated the meaning of “regularly”, as day after day, after day since her second day of school, Spud has to complete a piece of paper of stuff to be submitted by the next day.  They were simple assignments of tracing, counting, colouring and writing, but by the fourth day of seeing yet another homework for 3 straight days, I was annoyed – but hopeful that perhaps there would be none on Friday.

On the Friday of her first week at school, however, she had to do 2 pieces of paper to be submitted on the following Monday. By now, I thought that the amount of homework Spud had to do was completely ridiculous. I was almost livid!

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Week 1 homework

By the end of week #2, Spud has had homework EVERY.GODDAMN.DAY. My annoyance at such ludicrous practice escalated. They are only 4 year’s old for crying out loud! Don’t they get enough grilling during the SEVEN hours that they are in class already?!

While Spud did not show any signs that she hated school, and in fact told us she likes her new teacher and her classmates, we also noticed a stark shift in her behavior. We have had some really rough days with her. On one of the days when we dropped her off, she clung on to Silver Bullet and screamed her head off when we left – something which she has never done before.

If she was stressed, she couldn’t articulate it. Perhaps, if she was at all, she displayed it through her sheer defiance and generally being ultra-grumpy as well as being short-tempered all the time; which incidentally have been congruent to the period when she started her new term. Since then, we bear the brunt of her meltdowns as she becomes particularly challenging to deal with in the recent weeks.

While we speculated that her change in behavior could be triggered by the new environment and that her best friend has left town, my mother’s instinct gave out a different vibe. Not wanting to dismiss it, we spoke to one other teacher and a few friends to check if daily homework for 4 year olds is a norm in this country. And if so, it’s one of those norms we just cannot agree with!

I grew up hating homework (even though I never not turn them up), and perhaps I’m biased. However, I do not necessarily agree that kids that age need any homework and I firmly believe that any child below 10 or 11, should spend their time playing, goofing around, and focus their learning through play; not spend their time doing homework and repeating the same shit they drill into her at school in 10 other variations!

In fact, I feel that giving homework at such a young age might even back-fire for some kids who may very well associate such academic push to a learned negative experience instead of what should have been a fun-learning process to ask questions and grow. For fucks’ sake! Give those kids a break. Ask them to go identify bugs or something to share and talk about. Make it fun for them to learn outside their academic curriculum.

My perspective on this is that I do not need my kids to be academically intellectual. I mean, what’s the point of being academic if you can’t even be a gracious person to fellow human kind? What good are all your academic successes if you are deceitful and/or manipulative who would resort to cheat, steal, lie and because of all that academic attainment, you are shaped to believe that  it is your every right to feel entitled?! What good is all that intellectual certification and glorification if you cannot distinguish what the right or inappropriate moral values are with sub-par personal ethics to speak of?!

For all those, I am strongly against that need for academic push just because society deems so. Being the rebel at heart, I refuse to whole-heartedly conform to beliefs I don’t necessarily agree with.

Now, don’t get me wrong. I am not saying that I am refusing to allow Spud to do her homework. Do it she must, for I do not want to teach her that it is OK not to turn in your homework.  It is definitely NOT OK NOT to turn in your homework, but like everything else, giving homework needs to be done in moderation.

As parents, we just could not take it “for what it is” and so, questioned the need for daily assignment for a 4 year old. We then decided to voice our concerns of too much homework to Spud’s Homeroom teacher slightly before the 2 weeks mark. We wanted to know if this was going to be a more than a regular occurrence and that at 4 years old, Spud would have no respite from having to do homework on a daily basis. We wanted our thoughts to be heard and have no intention to judge, question or insult the teacher’s capability whatsoever. We wanted to discuss and get some insights, while hoping to establish an open discussion on the well-being of our child. In fact, we actually felt a little uneasy to even bring it up as, suddenly, we felt like we have turned into “one of those unreasonable, interfering parents”.

Not surprisingly, our concerns were not very well-received. We were told that this is the way it is and that we should expect that Spud will need to do more homework as she progresses into the next term in K2. (WTF?!!) We were (sort of) chided gently that kids these age need to be “trained” this way and that it is “up to us as parents to train them properly” (WTF!?!!). She stressed that it would be a good parent-child session to supervise the kids while they are doing their homework; to which we said that we are not able to because of our working hours. I then asked pointedly if she expected us to then do the homework with our child when we get home after 7 and delay their bedtime instead, to which she said yes. (WTF?!! Are you out of your mind?!) After several heated debate, we were then told that it is up to us to then allow our child to do the assignments that were given. (another WTF?! Of course, we would, but you are not listening to us on our main concern on the need for homework to be done DAILY for a FOUR YEAR OLD CHILD!).

Lots more were being said during our 15 minutes conversation and I found myself raising my voice several times as plumes of smokes came out of my ears. I then abruptly ended the session citing that I was late for work and that we may need to consider pulling Spud out and look for alternative. By then, I was getting too agitated to have any discussion objectively.

That very night, we wrote to the school requesting for Spud to be transferred to a different class. To our surprise, our request was acceded to quite quickly. Spud came home with a stack of papers from her former Homeroom Teacher on the day she was moved to a different class, bearing 2 weeks of homework and some of the assignments she had to do in school that seemed to be given when they have a little time before a break.  I counted and I flipped through every single sheet. There were altogether 36 pieces of paper. I could be wrong, but based on what I recognized from memory, most were her homework which she had brought home.

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Stacks of paper. 36 pieces  altogether. In 2 weeks.

Not 3 days after the transfer, we noticed, ever so slightly, some positive changes to Spud’s behavior. In a matter of days, Spud seems a little happier and less irritable.

There also has been no homework given to her during the entire week. (Aha! Could it really be…)

While I can’t quite attribute it to anything directly related to the teaching style of her previous Homeroom Teacher or that she has been experiencing hidden stress which she can’t quite yet articulate, for me, it was something to think about.

It is still too early to deduce anything at this stage, given that the change has only been pretty recent. But, I would be lying if I say that there hasn’t been any improvement since then. In fact, the change in Spud’s demeanor has been quite promising and….dare I say that for us, it somehow felt like it has been some kind of a breakthrough.

I am positively hopeful and I’ll give it another full week to make anything out of it. After all, I have learned that there’s always something about a mother’s instinct. They are, almost always spot on.

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September 16, 2014

Mt. Kinabalu: The descent

Category: Travels

The descent was quicker, but rough. Going down on the steep, slippery slopes also meant that we had to put a lot of pressure on our knees. Even with proper hiking shoes, the friction between the toes to the front of your shoes hitting the ground as you put each foot forward can be quite a force to reckon with. We were also going pretty fast, with hardly any stops to rest.

We arrived back at Timpohon Gate roughly at about 3.30 pm and was picked up by a van which took us straight to our hotel in downtown Sabah. We had initially wanted to scour the town after our climb, and were actually pretty excited at the thought. Unfortunately, we both were rendered useless when we got there, and I think neither of us could get out of bed till the next day. Just walking a mere 2 metres to the bathroom was such a chore,too. (Next to being pregnant and recovering from c-sect, it was the most uncomfortable sleep I ever had in my life!)

I remember being in excruciating pain for a full week and was diagnosed with feet trauma thereafter. My feet swelled twice their size, and I was hobbling and limping away. I even lost 8 out of 10 toenails a week or two after the climb and was pretty much walking around with no toenails to boast off. Thanks to my sense of adventurousness, the 20-hour climb had, unfortunately also busted my knees for good.

With that, I will shamelessly proclaim that I have done mountain climbing with a proof of certification to show for it. And, oh! While you can request for the guide to carry your belongings for you, I carried my own 15 kg back-pack too. Both ways!

Mount Kinabalu was a climb of a lifetime. Looking back, the climb was generally easy and doable for those in excellent physical condition, although it is not something I would be attempting ever again. Till today, I still wonder why I did it and the only thing I could think of was that I was trying to find myself at that time. I was probably contemplating the meaning of life, and only to find that life is better at the foot of the mountain and that I should have stayed there.

And that only confirmed one other thing: I found myself to be totally mad, as I had willingly paid for it to torture myself, and get me two busted knees.

Absolutely wonderful.

But hey! It’s cool that I have been on top of the world. Literally!

 

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We all looked so small from the distance!
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Me. On.top.of.the.world. With 50 others!
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All those pain and busted knees for a piece of paper and a plastic identity card.

Above all that, I think I had a super awesome guide with stamina of 100 horses!I shall remember him for as long as I live.

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September 13, 2014

Mt Kinabalu: To the summit

Category: Travels

Ascending to the summit wasn’t so fun as far as I can recall. Several times I chided myself for being an idiot throughout the climb and I rested more than I did walk.

But, I had an awfully awesome guide to cheer me on, encouraging me to continue every single time I almost gave up. When I stopped, he stopped. When I sat, he took a break and smoked a few cigarettes. When I whined, he listened and gave me chocolates. And when I wouldn’t move, he pulled me along like a tug-boat.

There was a part of the climb that had scared the bejesus out of me. I can’t remember exactly at which point, but I remember having to hold on to a rope while climbing more than 45 degrees up with nothing else attached to me. There was nothing on my left or right and the only thing I could see was a ridge and a long, long, long way down. I remember the wind was howling and it was going at me so strong that the rope I was holding on to was swaying like there was no tomorrow. If I had forgotten to pray before the trip, I prayed like I was about to die. I was scared shitless. It was at that point in time that I was glad I had bought insurance before the trip.

And I remember having to negotiate a hop to cross over a wide and deep wedge, which at that time had seemed rather intimidating. That was also the point when the friend I was trekking with suffered massive panic attack and broke down. With the insistence of my guide, he urged me to move on as it was getting too cold to be waiting for anyone. As I found out later, it took her guide a good half an hour to 45 minutes to convince her to cross the wedge. At such altitude, catching up could get difficult.

It felt ages to get to the summit though. The last 100 meters up seemed to take forever, and every single step felt like such a huge effort. When I finally got there at about 6 am, the sun was already up, with a clear blue canvas painted across the sky. At the highest peak, the view was indeed breathtaking. Despite a very crowded summit where everyone started taking pictures, I felt serene. I felt small and humbled at the same time at the sheer grandeur and beauty presented by mother nature.

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Sunrise over Mount Kinabalu at the break of dawn
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View from the top!

I sat quietly for a moment hoping to wait for my friend as my guide smoked his 28th cigarettes. I took in the view, reflected a little bit of my life and at the same time wondering what the hell was I doing up there! And just as I was contemplating to ask if my guide could roll me down instead, he burst my bubble thoughts and told me that it was time to go. It was getting too cold and they don’t encourage climbers to stay on the summit for more than 10 or 15 minutes. I sigh; dreading the long way back down and VERY reluctantly agreed. After doing a 20 minutes descent from the summit, I ran into my friend whom I had to abandon earlier and cheered her up as she made her way to Lowe’s Peak.

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On top of the highest mountain in SEA with my guide who was smoking like a chimney! 
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Cheering my girlfriend on as I started my descent. She was about half an hour away to the top.

It took me another 3 hours or so to get back to Laban Rata. There, I rested and patiently waited for my friend to turn up while I parked my butt on one of the chairs and refused to move an inch. When she finally showed up, we decided to rest for another hour before we started making our way down slightly before noon.

…to be continued…

Next: The Descent

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