I don’t do well with rules. Yes, they are quite necessary but so awfully confining.
Remember doing penmanship in school?
Mimicking retraces and loops in order to write cursive in a manner we could all comprehend. Besides my mother, I don’t know anyone who held on to that wealth after school years.
Remember early forms of art class?
“Hold your paper the long way…”, “Color lightly…”, “Skies are supposed to be blue…”. The biggest insult was getting to 8th grade and being introduced to the Impressionists! REALLY? So all that art stuff was helping us how?
Then the most insulting thing ever done to kids was introducing negative numbers after YEARS developing a “number order” picture in our heads!
I didn’t know where to fit them into my “mind’s eye”. A very tragic and unsettling event for me. The only thing that made any sense was the “two negatives make a positive” rule. I was able to remember this by saying ,”I’m not untying my shoe.” Still, I couldn’t fully understand why the phrase meant that I was therefore tying my shoe. Seemed to me, I didn’t need to DO anything.
Don’t even get me started on rules of English and spelling! I before E except after C…weird!
You want to talk Gravity? THAT was supposed to be the biggest most unbending rule. In fact, it is a LAW! Ahhhhh!
It wasn’t long after this, that I learned that you could swing a pail of milk over your head using centrifugal force! The milk does not abide by that law, in that case? I am SO confused…Mom told me that I must not break a law!
As for me, I’m telling the kids like it IS…
Roll up your sleeves and hold the darn paper any way that you want and do not forget to leave cookies out for Santa this year.