Test Taking
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Perhaps she's interested in just taking the test, but not the results?
Perhaps just the experience of taking one will satisfy her curiousity.
When I was a child, my favourite thing to do was have my dad make up
"problems" for me. They were always a variety of puzzles involving math (you
are going to the store and want to buy some candy. Lemon drops are 2c each,
bubble gum 3c each, caramels are 4c each, and chocolate drops are 5c each.
You have $2. What do you buy?), art (draw a dog using circles and triangles
instead of lines), language, etc. I would beg for problems, and he would sit
in his chair with his lap board making up the several problems (always on
white typing paper), then I would whisk off to my bedroom or other secret
work place with more typing paper to work on them. There was never any
pressure to finish them or to have a "right" answer, but I always tried to
finish them as quickly as possible, a race against myself sort of (of course,
I always got bogged down in imagining things, as I'm sure my dad well knew
would happen). As I got older, he included increasingly difficult concepts.
He was also big on making up treasure hunts for us kids, which I also adored
(well, and still do ;^)
These are sort of like test taking. Maybe they will do?
My dad never believed in schools. He only believed in individuals. A shame
that my mom didn't listen to him more!
Peace,
Wynn
Perhaps just the experience of taking one will satisfy her curiousity.
When I was a child, my favourite thing to do was have my dad make up
"problems" for me. They were always a variety of puzzles involving math (you
are going to the store and want to buy some candy. Lemon drops are 2c each,
bubble gum 3c each, caramels are 4c each, and chocolate drops are 5c each.
You have $2. What do you buy?), art (draw a dog using circles and triangles
instead of lines), language, etc. I would beg for problems, and he would sit
in his chair with his lap board making up the several problems (always on
white typing paper), then I would whisk off to my bedroom or other secret
work place with more typing paper to work on them. There was never any
pressure to finish them or to have a "right" answer, but I always tried to
finish them as quickly as possible, a race against myself sort of (of course,
I always got bogged down in imagining things, as I'm sure my dad well knew
would happen). As I got older, he included increasingly difficult concepts.
He was also big on making up treasure hunts for us kids, which I also adored
(well, and still do ;^)
These are sort of like test taking. Maybe they will do?
My dad never believed in schools. He only believed in individuals. A shame
that my mom didn't listen to him more!
Peace,
Wynn