I’m certain 6th grade is just as awful

God, I hate homework. I thought I was all done with that nonsense when I got out of college. Turns out, no.

Once you have kids, homework starts all over again. This time–joy of joys–you get to start from the beginning. When your kid brings home a tough assignment you wonder to yourself, was I doing this work in 3rd grade, 5th grade, 8th grade–whatever? I am sure we were, but I don’t want to do it again.

Today, my 5th grader–10-years old–was give the assignment to write a full-page essay on Nationalism and why people develop it after a war.

So we discussed Nationalism. We discussed it a lot. Then she discussed it with her father. Where she got stuck was the fact that she had to write an entire page about it. I told her to use lots of words, but really I don’t know if I could fill an entire page about Nationalism and I’m a professional bullshitter. I have to write 55,000 of them by May 15th.

It turns out, I don’t like 5th grade. I don’t even remember that I was especially fond of it the first time around.