You want to give the kids the best educational experience possible.
But we’re in the midst of a recession.
What do you do?
The “In-Class Field Trip.”
A Dinosaur Expert came to my kid’s class today. She talked to them, then let them run through a series of activities. (I ran the “Dinosaur Dig” station, complete with their very own take-home dinosaurs. Because I wanted the youngsters to go home with a piece of plastic, thinking well of me.)
At the end, the kids are thanking the expert. One sweet little girl raises her hand.
“Are we going on the field trip now?”
“Honey, that was the field trip. It was in-class. That means we stayed in the classroom.”
“But…..there wasn’t even a bus….”
I’m retelling this to my sister this afternoon.
Sherri: Did your class ever go on field trips?
Ginny: Nope. Where the hell were we going to go? Anything good was 3 hours away.
S: Seriously, nothing?
G: Well, we did go to Mrs. K’s farm. But that was a shit show. We were all farm kids. What the hell were we going to learn on her piddly ass acreage, looking at her 3 sad cows? Oh wait, I think she baked us bread, too.
S: Oooh, bread! Did you ever think that maybe it was about self-reflection?
G: No. Because that’s stupid.
S: When we were in kindergarten we went to…
G: Oh, wait!! In Grade 2, we went to Christine’s family’s restaurant, and when we got there her dad called her Christy, which none of us ever called her, and he yelled at her to go make some fries, and then we saw the rest of the restaurant, and then we had fries.
Conclusions: Field trips can only disappoint. Kids like fries and plastic toys. My sister is probably going to screen her calls more carefully in the future.