Recently, I spent all Sunday morning helping my 13 year old daughter study for an exam.
Now don’t get me wrong I am more then happy to sacrifice a Sunday morning to help my daughter study… However, nothing makes my blood boil more than sacrificing a Sunday morning (or any morning) to help her study:
- Something she doesn’t understand because it hasn’t been explained to her (and what’s more is told she doesn’t need to understand it only memorise it)
- Something which is totally beyond her and irrelevant to her at this stage in her education and possibly forever depending on what career path she takes…
- Something that by her own admission she will have forgotten by next week (as she neither understands it nor the reason for learning it)
So what was it exactly that she had to study?