Scribble, scribble, scratch, scratch. "You are a child," mom wails, "You need to have time to do childish things!" She spurts out tiny tears. This is what conversations are like a many houses after school. Two reasons kids should not have homework are they need to spend time with their families and they need time to let their minds breathe. Children should no, I repeat, NOT have homework.
The first reason kiddos should not have homework is because they need to have time to spend with their loving families. You should care because, chances are, you have children at home when you are dying to spend time with. Sadly, they hold you off, "I have homework Mom, Dad." This makes you cry at night. Poor, poor you! Once this happened to my mother and I heard her sobbing one night, "Why do they have to have homework?" Sob, sob. I hope teachers never give nay homework again!
Last but not least, children should not have homework because their mind gets overworked. You should care because at school their heads will spin with your every word. They soon will become forgetful! Picture this, a class full of eager students waiting one day as you explain the homework. They go home and do it. The next day they look like a bunch of robots, heads swimming, trying to get engaged in the lesson. I hope you don't like this and will, therefore, not give your poor students homework.
Pupils should not have homework. They should not have homework because they need time to spend with their caring families and they need time for their minds to breathe. Now, go into your classroom and take away all homework. Let the waves of cheers fulfill your heart!
June 2012
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Thursday, September 8, 2011
The beginning of my story blog
Hi my name is Chloe. I love to write, so we created this place to share the things I have written. Also, what I plan to write. Right now I have different pieces of stories that I'm working on.
Here is one story I'd like to share
The baby red fox waddled out of her den, staring at her feet. One foot, then the other, one foot, then the other. She repeated in her brain. Suddenly she darted out, then tumbling, head over heels. She wasn't quite ready to run yet I guess. She then looked up, the birch tree stalked her like a lion not daring to sway in the gentle breeze.
The fox, Rayna, trotted along the edge of the clearing, her head bobbing like a bobble head staring at her surroundings. The old birch in the middle of the clearing concreated a black shade around the center of the wide open space. That was where her mother was! Rayna shot out like bullet and snuggled up to her mother's warm side. She lie down and twiched her nose, trees, wet mud and rain stuffed her nose tight with scent. Then she nibbled on the grass with the soft sound of bees and rainbow flowers made her ears flutter as she drifted off to sleep.
Here is one story I'd like to share
The baby red fox waddled out of her den, staring at her feet. One foot, then the other, one foot, then the other. She repeated in her brain. Suddenly she darted out, then tumbling, head over heels. She wasn't quite ready to run yet I guess. She then looked up, the birch tree stalked her like a lion not daring to sway in the gentle breeze.
The fox, Rayna, trotted along the edge of the clearing, her head bobbing like a bobble head staring at her surroundings. The old birch in the middle of the clearing concreated a black shade around the center of the wide open space. That was where her mother was! Rayna shot out like bullet and snuggled up to her mother's warm side. She lie down and twiched her nose, trees, wet mud and rain stuffed her nose tight with scent. Then she nibbled on the grass with the soft sound of bees and rainbow flowers made her ears flutter as she drifted off to sleep.
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