Hadley doesn't like school. At all. She never writes down her assignments. She doesn't remember her homework. Her backpack is jammed full of old papers and receipts. I try to work with her every day. I ask her about assignments and beg her to bring home her books. She forgets.
I bought planners. I bought post it notes. I bought assignment books. She didn't use them. Instead, I found the pages torn out and used for hamster bedding.
This is something I am having a particularly difficult time dealing with. I always loved school. I was good at school. I was never an athlete or homecoming attendant. I wasn't an artist or on the yearbook staff. I did, however, letter in academics. I realize that tells you far too much about me and the kind of girl I was in high school. It's true though. In my thirty plus years on this planet, there haven't been many things that I have been really good at. I was good at being a student though. I could memorize facts and figures and regurgitate them on a test like nobody's business. I loved school.
When asked what her favorite part of school is, Hadley quickly states, "Going home." My child is the anti-me. Ha!
I keep telling myself that a few bad marks in fifth grade will not impede her ability to be a productive member of society. Then again, I also told myself that the striped shirt I am wearing didn't make me look 20 pounds overweight. Wait. I am 20 pounds overweight; it's not the shirt! At least I solved one riddle today!!
Does anyone have any ideas for getting a child to put forth an effort at school?
