coobybook Chapter 568 Parents who tutor their children's homework will eventually become hideous.
Chapter 568 Parents who tutor their children's homework will eventually become hideous.
I used to work at a tutoring center, watching the kids do their homework. Sometimes their pens would fall, sometimes they would break, sometimes their notebooks would tear, sometimes they would get thirsty, sometimes they would get stuck on a stool, and sometimes they would scribble on the table...
There are always one or two people in a class who will talk to someone else if they're not talking to this person, they'll talk to someone else, they'll talk to each other at their own desks against the wall, they'll talk to each other right under your noses, and they'll even try to talk to me. This job is really... impossible to do at all, let whoever wants to do it do it.
My dad came to stay with me and had a serious talk with me, saying that we were disciplining the child too harshly. He added that neither my grandfather nor I was as impatient with me as my son. The next day, I worked overtime and suggested that my father-in-law handle the child. When I came home that evening, my dad said, "This child is definitely different from you were when you were a child..."
I've experienced that kind of anger before. Today, a child wrote "frog" as "mother" in pinyin, and their teacher was so angry that she wanted to take a picture and show it to the mother.
Do you think teachers earn money from teaching and nurturing students? It's more like they earn money for medical expenses. Teaching and doing homework for young children is truly exhausting.
I was very obedient when I was little. My mom took care of me all by herself until I started kindergarten. She thought children were easy to raise. Now that it's my son's turn, it's a constant battle of wits. Even the old neighbors near my mom's house say to my son, "Your mom was so well-behaved when she was little, how come you're so naughty?"
I was so stressed about feeding my child that I complained to my mom.
My mom: It's just feeding you, what's so hard about that? I'll teach you next time.
After I actually fed him a couple of bites by hand, my mom said, "What a wretched child! You feed him yourself!"
I've been helping my child with homework since first grade. I've been holding back, but I've finally snapped.
My husband said I was too harsh on the child, but after he tutored the child a few times himself, he stopped saying it to me!
Occasionally I'll say to him: "Honey, if you don't want me to die young, you should help the kids with their homework today!"
"I still vividly remember when I was three years old, my mother made me memorize Tang poems. I could never get one line right. Even when I was already very sleepy at night, she wouldn't let me sleep. She would scold and beat me to wake me up. She insisted that I memorize that line before I could sleep. Back then, this was probably how they treated spies. What's the use of memorizing it? [sweating emoji]"
“Every time my husband scolds my son while helping him with his homework, I feel so sorry for him. So I privately told my husband to be nicer to the child, to encourage him more, and not to scold him so often. But one day when I was helping him with his homework, I threw all his books away, my hair all disheveled, and I started crying and making a scene [secretly observing]”
"Every time I get angry, it's not because I can't learn it. I'm pretty easygoing about whether I can learn it or not. The problem is that I'm always fidgeting with my toys, pencils, rulers, and erasers. If I'm not allowed to play with them, I start picking at my hands, feet, and head. I sit all crooked and slouching, I'm never sitting upright [embarrassed]"
"Teaching children requires patience and not getting angry. As long as you can hold it in, it's the other person who can't stand it."
我侄女13-8就是算不出来。但她能算出13-4，13-5，我跟她磨了半个多小时后。
She got so frustrated by my nagging that her eyes went blank, and then she gave up. She dragged her feet on her homework, and we argued until after 11 pm. There was no way she could get away with it.
"Because I was worried my parents would beat my younger brother, I, as the older sister, personally taught him his homework. The result? This spoiled brat was about to beat him to death with a feather duster when Mom rushed over and stopped me, saying things like, 'Children need to be taught slowly, slowly, don't rush, slowly' [facepalm]. Now Mom and Dad can teach him themselves, huh? Why do I hear Mom and Dad getting angry every day? [smirk]"
"My 8-year-old sister takes all day to finish half a page of mental arithmetic problems [disappointed][disappointed]. In the end, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I gritted my teeth and pulled out my phone's calculator to make her do it [crying][crying]"
"Have you ever seen a kid who mindlessly fills in all the fill-in-the-blank questions? [Facepalm] They don't even look at the questions, they don't count, they say they don't know when asked, and their eyes start to wander when you try to teach them. When they come to ask for help with a question, the teacher finishes explaining a question and then asks for their thoughts, but their eyes are already looking at a bird. [Laughing] They don't do their homework, they don't do their exercises, they're fine with anything as long as they don't study. [Facepalm] But don't force this kind of kid."
"Growing up in a family of teachers, I'm not impatient at all. When I encounter this kind of situation, I just think they're really stupid. Everyone is different."
I remember a classmate in junior high who was incredibly diligent. He would study until 1 or 2 AM every night and get up at 5 or 6 AM to study again. He would ask the same question six or seven times, and even then, he would still get stuck when he tried to redo it. You really can't force learning.
"When my second child was in first grade and hadn't really grasped things, his go-to phrase when he didn't get good test scores was, 'You all know, this is just my intelligence level.' [Secretly observing]"
"My mother-in-law always thought my daughter was exceptionally smart, that she could easily get into Tsinghua or Peking University, and no matter what I said, she remained steadfast in her belief. That is, until she helped my daughter with her homework once, and then she never said my daughter was smart again [laughing and crying emoji]"
"My dad, a teacher his whole life, saw me get angry with my daughter and said to me, 'There are no children who can't learn, only teachers who can't teach.' But when it came time for his grandson to transition from kindergarten to primary school, he gave up and said, 'I can't teach him anymore, let your parents teach him.' [Disappointed][Disappointed]"
The ancestors under the sky felt this deeply: which family doesn't have a troublesome child who doesn't like to study?
They seem to excel at everything else, and are incredibly clever when it comes to eating and playing, but when it comes to studying, their minds just wander off somewhere else.
It's really worrying.
An official complained bitterly to a close colleague: "My father is a slave to his grandson. He does nothing but take my son out to eat, drink, and have fun."
After finishing my official duties every day, I still have to teach my son to do his homework until I'm exhausted. Then my dad starts to mess around, sometimes using a rattle to distract him, sometimes feeding him a pastry.
Every time I lose my temper and yell at or hit him, my dad says I'm hitting him too hard. He says how can I scold a child like that? He'll alienate you when he grows up.
No, that's not what you said when you hit me. How come you changed your tune when it comes to your grandson? It's like I'm not your son.
I was so angry with those two that I was speechless.
When I completely gave up and stopped caring, he started to panic. After teaching him for a while, my dad complained that his precious grandson deserved to be beaten by me, and that he couldn't stand being treated like that either.
It's not that I can't concentrate on my studies or do my homework; it's just that I'm always playing around while I'm studying. I'll look around here and there, and if a bird comes along, I'll watch it for ages and laugh out loud. Sometimes I'm thirsty or hungry and want to drink water, or my mouth gets tired and I want to eat pastries. When the food is bland, I'll make a fuss and I have to be given a piece of candy before I can talk properly.
Now my dad was so busy that he didn't even have time to coax him anymore. He kept yelling, "Why can't you still understand? I've made you copy it two or three times already, and you still can't understand!"
Why are you playing with your pen? I'm talking to you, did you hear me?
He used to go out to walk his birds, play the rattle drum, and tease his grandson when he had nothing to do. But ever since he started helping his grandson with his homework, he has stopped going to his precious grandson's room. Every time the topic of his grandson's homework comes up, he shakes his head and sighs.