sweet revenge

Ella has to make a model of an Australian icon for her class this week.  About a year ago I read a book called The Homework Myth that basically shows how homework hardly contributes anything to a child’s learning and that most homework tasks are a monumental waste of time.  It specifically calls on teachers to stop assigning tasks that require the child to make a scale model of anything, because these end up being an expensive, time-sucking activity that basically make the parents very, very angry.

This morning when I dropped her at school Ella reminded me that I needed to go out and get all the stuff she was going to need in order to build a model of Uluru.  I asked her what she was planning to make it out of, and she shrugged her shoulders.  This is why these tasks are a complete waste of time – the ten year olds don’t know the first thing about how to make the kind of models they think their teacher wants them to make.  And the teachers are actually hoping that the mums and dads will do the homework for them, because that’s the ugly truth of it – the better the model, the better the classroom display of models will look, so the better the teacher looks.  Ella’s teacher is hoping to bask in the reflected glory and magnificence of a scale model of Uluru that he knows full well will be made by her parents.

I am going to make a large chocolate cake, and I am going to give Ella a short, serrated knife and a big bowl of chocolate frosting, and I am going to invite her to carve Uluru from the chocolate cake, then cover the cake in rich, ochre-coloured sugary frosted goodness, then I am going to suggest she take it to school and insist on allowing everyone to have a slice of Uluru.  The combined hysteria of 25 kids suffering a massive sugar hit ought to keep the teacher’s head spinning for a solid hour one afternoon this week.