Homework Sucks

The Howler is required to do a Native American project to finish her social studies unit.

Yippee.

Except that she refuses to write anything longer than her name. Hell, last year, she figured out the "Mumple" is actually 1 letter shorter than her given surname, and spent fully half the year using "Mumple" on her papers. That one letter was either too expensive for her 2nd grade budget, or it just flat out took too much time. (Yes, folks, she's spend her time figuring out how to get OUT of doing something, rather than just suck it up and do it. Wonder where she gets that from?)

Anyway, we have no actual social studies information coming home, except that she's required to do this end of unit project. Please explain that to me? I know that it means that the child is to do the work (and Mom and Dad having no clue other than their own vague 3rd grade social studies memories of the Indian unit) but seriously? How could we even be sure that what she was telling us is actually what they learned?

Do these people even KNOW the Howler? Do these people realize the slacker Mom she has going against her, and her over-think the thing Father she's got? (yeah, My Sweetie spent fully 30 minutes over thinking the Longhouse plans--BUILDING PLANS for a scale model, no lie--beforer her mother stepped in and used a manilla folder to show the man the basics, and how they fit into the shoebox that will be used for the dayumed diorama.

Apparently, he was also going to begin researching how to tan deer hide for authentic Indian outfits for the plastic Dora the Explorer figurines we'd be using too. Sheesh.

Homework sucks.