This is my daughter, Zoë. She has never minced her words with me.
“I am not a historian. I am a fifth grader who learns a lot about wars.”
Zoë’s response to me when I tell her she’s explaining the reasons behind the Revolutionary War like a historian.
And she certainly has her opinion about Common Core State Standards in Math:
“We have to draw a picture for EVERYTHING!” It’s ridiculous. At first, I liked it, but now I’m like “are you kidding me?” How is this supposed to make us smarter?”
But my favorite at the breakfast table this morning:
“She’s an elementary teacher and she looks like she’s ready to hit the club.”
Oh my. Don’t ask me the name of the teacher. She wouldn’t tell me. She likes the teacher, but not her style.
I think Zoë is ready for middle school. Maybe she’ll be a teacher one day.
She told me to stop trying to teach her on the weekends though. “It’s too much.”