…gotta make the moment last.
I’m still sick, but the schooling must continue. One of the things I hate most about being sick is that my normally boundless resevoir of patience is dwindled to nearly nil. Ugh.
I can usually deal. But I’m learning something about my daughter as we’re schooling. She really likes to rush through things. No matter how many times I tell her to work carefully, even if that means to slow down, and to even double check her work, she just doesn’t get it. She thinks she knows the answer, she fills in the blanks, and is ready to move on.
I get frustrated (more than usual with less energy to pull from) because I know full well that she knows the work, and that part of the reason she flies through is because she’s bored with some aspects of it. But she needs to understand that it’s important to do her best work the first time.
The most frustrating part of this is that she gets this trait from her mother, darn it all. Couldn’t I have passed on something more positive to her? Hmph.
Anyway, hopefully I’ll be feelin’ groovy again soon, and all will be right with the world. Or, at least, I’ll deal a little better when it isn’t (which is most of the time).
Can you pass the Kleenex, please?
You gave her plenty of good stuff, babe. Am I the only one feeling dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep?
Did you forget and take NyQuil instead of DayQuil this morning? Or maybe we just need to let the morningtime drop all its petals on you…
Ahhh… petals.
No, I took the orange pills, and either they aren’t doing crap, or I’m a lot worse than I suspected.
That’s exactly how I felt about them yesterday. Ugh.
Maybe you need to go see Dr. House .
The best way I have found of helping people realize that they have to slow down and not speed (I think Cops use this technique as well) is to make sure that when she has to redo her work that it takes a looooooooong time. The more she realizes that there is no benefit to speeding the more she’ll work steady to avoid useless delays. Or at least that’s worked for me.
Bad HTML. BAD BAD! Sorry for the bad link, and I can’t make corrections… Someone, make it right for me. (I rushed cause I’m on a 15 minute break and it’s wrong and now I have to write an appology and this is taking up more time than just doing it right in the first place, but it’s teaching me a lesson).
Sorry. I’ll learn to code someday.
Just for you my friend, your link is fixed.
And, for the record, having her spend more time on it the next time would require ME to make sure she’s staying focused on it the next time, for the duration. Remember who she inherited this trait from? Yeah.
Any other ideas?
hehehehe… That’s when the other teacher gets involved. Let him sit through it. It’ll be new to him. Besides he’s patient.
True, true. It’s not that new to him, though. He’s had to put up with it in me for years.
No, not the dealing with you thing, but the lesson which the eldest has rushed though.