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My parents only got involved to the extent that they said, "What homework do you have?" or "Don't forget to do your homework!". My memory is that there were a number of cool projects, because I did them :-) - Actually the one that ultimately enjoyed the most is one I did not want to do. It wasn't the project per se, it was the fact that I did not like the teacher and did not want to do anything for him. He was a real liberal wack job History Teacher, and everyone knows you really have to piss me off not to like history because I LOVE HISTORY. But he wanted to blow up the bridge at Kittery, Maine and have Maine succeed from the Union and become its own commune or some darn thing. Anyway, I had to write a report about some event in European History and I chose the Battle of Trafalgar, a seminal event in the history of the Napoleonic era. Lord Nelson, the HMS. Victory and "The Crossing of the T" WOW, I can still remember it all, every blow. But thats for another blog. The cool thing is that I used to use Admiral Nelson's technique of Crossing the T in my own naval battles with fellow students in a sailing class I took during high school in Maine. Great tactic during a bailer fight! You bring all your bailers to bear on them, full broadides and they only get a brief shot at you!
To PEF ..... WHAT????
I loved biology because I loved doing the reports. They involved drawing. LOL
I think my parents hurt more than they helped. They were very mean and expected me to understand things while they yelled at me. POO! They grew up some since then. They don't yell at me now.
I don't remember any projects at all - so whether my parents helped or not is immaterial
My parents were not involved in our homework, which by natural extension is projects.
One of the most agonizing recurring experiences is eating Mom's pickled asparagus. Another is being asked nightly at the dinner table, 'What did you learn in school today?'. If you responded you were told that it wasn't correct, and when I asked why it wasn't correct, they would just point to the Encyclopedias on the shelf and say 'Go look it up'.
So the food sucked as did the conversation related to school. Yes, Yes I should be thankful that we even had encyclopedias and food, but Mom and Dad used the encyclopedias in a manner that we (us kids) really didn't like.
My parents where both high school dropouts. Mom married Dad two days after her 15th birthday. Dad was a machinist by trade and read a lot of magazines such as Popular Mechanics and Mechanics Illustrated. We had encyclopedias, a complete set of World Classics, Junior Classics, etc. Mom was a magazine reader, too, but she read Readers Digest, McCalls, Redbook, Family Circle, etc. Neither of these parents were going to contribute much to my high school experience. I was on a fast track in the early 60s, taking advanced college prep classes in math and English. (I quickly dropped the advanced college prep chemistry). I ran into grief over required reading projects which my parents thought were unfit for a young girl: Red Badge of Courage, The Scarlet Letter, Democracy in America, to name a few. I battled with my Dad over a college education. I went on scholarships and worked to support myself. Many years later he told me that I had done the right thing. When you have to do it yourself, then you have more invested in it. You value it a little bit more and work at it a little bit harder.
no my parents did not get involed that much but i had 2 make a candy bar with a whole new tatse!
In High School, my parents usually did not get involved much unless I requested their help. The one project that taught me the most was a class project in Senior Year. We were "paired up" (AKA: Married) with a member of the opposite sex and had to plan a budget based on our incomes. We had to buy a fictional car or cars; rent property; buy insurance; etc. Everything was done on paper of course. The whole ball of wax. We also had to write a paper and do an oral presentation. It really made us stop and think before leaping into a marriage at a young age.
My father didn't get involved very often, but my Mother would if I asked.
The coolest project was: competing in a baking competition and winning the blue ribbon with my Pecan Pie. Mom gave me the recipe, but I changed it a bit to make it my own.
The one time I do remember my Dad being there was for my first marching band competition.... I marched with the drum corp (symbols) and he insisted that I learn how to use the buffer (auto) and how to polish brass....Our band had the brightest symbols the 4 years I was in high school.
Nope .... I always did whatever projects I had .... and for the most part, I didn't enjoy them.
I did like writing projects and journaling projects ....
Robbie is really good about doing his own projects .... but last evening I enjoyed listening to him and Tom testing his Physics Project ... a "Rat-a-pult" ... good times.
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