Homework and A Test

At the beginning of the school year we cleared off the kitchen desk and made it "Homework Central". Connor loves that it is his space for learning and never fusses about pulling up his chair and getting down to it. He's been spending about 60-90 minutes a night either doing his assigned homework or his own connect-the-dots or art projects. Wow. It is shocking to me. I had so many dreadful thoughts about this whole thing--and none of them have come true. He just is a kid who needs space to control, structure, and accountability. So, the problem was his parents all along!!

Today he has his first test. Its a math test which at this point is shape matching and "alike" equation things. He doesn't even really sense that it is a test and I'm not blowing it out of proportion. He' ll breeze through it. He is all over it.

It might be the only math test that the child ever takes that I understand. Seriously, I am dreading upper elementary school math. I barely survived it the first time and I have to admit that there may have been some cheating off Rhonda Bassat's tests in multiplication tables during Ms. Tamalo's 3rd grade math quizzes. If there was said cheating, I have to say that he perpetrator would still be getting sweaty and having guilty chest blotching when she thinks of it 38 years later. In her third grade mind, she was really letting down Jesus and the Girl Scouts of America.