I hated homework. I hated having to do it, everyday! The stories that I tell, sound like those old people's stories..."You don't know how good you have it!" In the days of "integration". We had to wake up at 5 in the morning and travel to the other end of the world to get a "good" education. And finish our homework too. Latin and Spanish and World History and Science and Algebra and so on and so on and God help the child that didn't complete his HOMEWORK!. Those are the joys of not being ignored.
I try to ignore them, because the ignored children do much better in life, it is clear. Nobody ever asked Ben if his homework was done and the whole lot of them are productive and intelligent. I have to look away when he goes there with them. He is intolerant of any funny business from them on that account. I can't go there. I look away and say, if you mess up, it's on you! Nobody will ever say that I sat on them too hard and they were discouraged at life. Mess up if you want. I am glad that, for the most part, they don't take me up on it.
In America, we are truly free. Free to succeed and free to fail!Feivel