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am the first one to admit, science was never my best subject (although
I loved chemistry and made all A's in it.) I hated biology,
environmental science and whatever else I had to take. And I
opted for 2 maths in my senior year instead of physics. In
college, I had to take one science class, so I took one called the
physics of Music or something like that. I was somewaht musical,
so I thought that would help. (not so much) But I passed, so that
was all I had to take. Fast forward to last year, trying to teach my son (4th grade at the time) science. Simple machines. Simple my foot. I could wrap my little mind around wedge, inclined plane, etc, but then they would say things like a screw is an inclined plane. Or a clock is a wheel and axle. Anyway, I was confused. So my 10 year old looks at me with great pity and says, "Mom you're just not very scientific, are you?" *weep* Now I am a person of above average intelligence, so I figure as long as I am one step ahead of them, we will survive science. (Plus my husband is very scientific so I IM him alot during the day. ) And when children #2,3, and 4 get to simple machines, big brother can teach that day  Fast forward once again to last night. I am looking for science curriculum for next year. I love the websites that have sample pages, cause I want to know what its really like, not what the description says it is like. So I look at one for biology and it says "dissect an owl pellet." Huh? Being the non-scientific person that I am, I am thinking that an owl pellet is, umm, owl poop. And they want me to dissect it. Not only do they want me to dissect it, they want me to pay $20 for the opportunity to dissect it. Not only do they want me to buy owl poop, and dissect it, but then we are supposed to make a poster of the little mouse bones that we find in the owl poop. So I am sitting at the computer ranting and raving (in jest) about owl poop, and of course my 11 year old is howling with laughter, and then I decide I better google this and find out a little more. So it turns out I was wrong. Of course they don't expect me to pay for, dissect and mount owl poop on a poster. Its owl vomit! Well, gee, why didn't you just say so in the first place! P.S. My son can hardly wait for science next year. 
And yes, it looks like we will be doing biology. I tried to talk
him into chemistry, but there is no owl vomit in chemistry. |
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