Comment on Many parents cab probably relate
DeathByBigSad@sh.itjust.works 1 week ago
I fucking hated those “science projects”
I never knew what the fuck to do
Like you have to choose something to fucking “experiment”
W H A T?
Anyways, I often just got an F over it.
My parents probably never had a science project when they had school in China, like idk if that’s even a part of their curriculum, they seem to just love to do rote memorization for everything.
Like I just like explain it to them that there’s this weird assignment and they never seem to understand… maybe because of the language barrier between us… idk…
then they put them all up on display for every else to see and then they’d probably laugh at your project and bully you for it.
I had so much anxiety over any “creative” assignments… literally never know what the fuck to do so I just procrastinate on the decision paralysis until I eventually get an F on it.
Especially like for art and stuff… I can’t fucking draw 😭
Whats_your_reasoning@lemmy.world 1 week ago
I can draw and happily share my artwork today, but when I was a kid? I was self-conscious as fuck. I was already bullied for any and every conceivable reason. You’re absolutely right, those projects were torture. I have an issue with procrastination, but sometimes I would work on a project, actually complete the thing, then on the day it was due I wouldn’t bring it in because I didn’t want it displayed for everyone to see. I took the F because it was less painful.
It doesn’t help that more wealthy kids had access to better materials, and consequently got better grades because their work “looked more professional.” I either had a small budget, or had to make do with whatever we already had at home. You’d think the teachers would grade on creativity, but nah. Once those kids started coming in with their reports in fancy covers, looking like they made their own booklet, the rest of us (some of whom didn’t even own printers) were sunk. The individual effort never paid off - it was all about looking good. Add in that some students absolutely had their parents’ help (while my parents each worked full time to support a total of four kids), and yeah. The class differences became apparent - you could see it from our report cards.