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Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Homework Burning

Through high school and college and graduate school, I took my "job" as student seriously. Though I had a  lot of fun during those precious years of youth, I applied myself academically. Studying and learning, however, were secondary to the thrill of checking off assignment after assignment, class after class, quarter after quarter toward an end goal. And the many notebooks filled with class notes, graded tests, term papers, and quizzes became the tangible evidence of my efforts and successes. Unable to let go, I saved everything in boxes in my parents' attic, just knowing that someday I would bring it out again to reference, to admire, to run my fingertips over the ink impressed pages.

Now, 20 years later, I'm raising children who horde old schoolwork. The DNA they inherited from me predisposes them to want to hang on to things, even if they never plan to look at the stuff again. By the time the oldest finished first grade, I knew I had a big problem on my hands and that my attic would never have room for my old school papers if my kids kept stuffing it with theirs.

Thus I've instituted an annual homework burning party.

Not because I'm irreverent about the necessity of education.  I just don't want their fire hazard in my attic.

My children, along with several of their friends, start in school September with sights set on saving several pounds of papers to gloriously set aflame in 9 months. The better the school year, the bigger the blaze. And the emptier my attic.

6 comments:

Theres just life said...

Sounds like a lot of fun for the kids, they get to burn away the school year.

Pamela Jo

shelly said...

Wow! Bond fire at Lucy's place! Way cool!

welcome to my world of poetry said...

I can imagine my grandchildren doing that. Good post.

Yvonne.

William Kendall said...

I've done a lot of that myself with the end of year work.

Brianna said...

A great idea! I totally related to this post! I still have my school notebooks from high school through college. My mom kept select projects from my pre-school and elementary school years that I now store as well.

I don't think I could burn any of my school notebooks even though I'm done with school. There's this little voice that says, "Wait! You might need that!"

Jolene Perry said...

Ha!! We just did this with all the neighborhood kids!

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