Monday, March 17, 2014

Slam Dunk School: Math is Beautiful

Recently I told Coral it was time to start school (it was about 11 am--late mornings are a Slam Dunk specialty). She replied with, "No, I don't want to do school. Math isn't fun."

I realized immediately I needed to nip that in the bud. Here's why: when Coral was nearing three, before her speech solidified into comprehensibility, she watched a Micky Mouse Clubhouse episode in which Goofy becomes a superhero and saves the day from muffins. By believing in himself he learned how to be fast, strong, and how to "fly." After that episode, I caught Coral running around the back yard, rope in tow across her shoulders, yelling, "I'm a Superpose! I'm a Superpose!" She meant that she was a superhero. It was funny and endearing. Later, it was the reason for a soul-crushing moment between her and me.

She wanted to play dress up and so I dressed her up as Super Coral the Magnificent! She got on my bed and jumped off, realizing a split second later, dressing up like a superhero doesn't give her the power of flight. She said, "Momma! I can't fly! What's wrong with my super suit?" So I had to tell her that people can't fly without the help of machines. I explained helicopters, airplanes, and space shuttles. She was crushed. She cried for a long while in my arms. She wanted to fly. She took off her super suit and decided to never dress up again because there isn't any benefit to it.

She did eventually get over the problem with make-believe and she does play dress-up still, although her dress up has evolved into taking my wireless headphones and pretending to be a pilot. So, when she told me that math wasn't fun, I kind of freaked out inside. I told her that we were going to do math all day.

Here is what we did:
A matching game,
that she spanked me at;
the Golden Ratio:

 Everywhere.

We repeated the Fibonacci sequence so many times that Coral had the first six numbers memorized by the end of the day. We looked at shells, pine cones, our own bodies. We did the addition, the measuring, the drawing. We did everything I could think of to make math fun again. 

And it worked.

Coral hasn't complained about math since then; she does her addition as well as she can and is getting better day-by-day. We do a lot of art reinforcing the beauty of math, and she loves it. She may never be a pilot, but she will have that opportunity if she wants it. I will make sure she has every opportunity to explore as much of the world as she can take, even if it's from our home computer and using Google Earth.

Slam Dunk School of Cooking part 2

Sometimes I have epic failures that fail so hard they become wins.

The other day I ran out if breakfast foods of all sorts. I had turkey bacon and that was the extent of my breakfast foods. So I decided to make biscuits and gravy. I had all the ingredients for biscuits which also happen to be the ingredients for gravy. As I previously mentioned, I don't use recipes except as guides; sometimes the works for me and sometimes...

I slapped all the ingredients together for biscuits and came out with a nice dough ball I rolled out and cut into circles. I put said biscuit circles on a cookie sheet and slid them in the oven. After about fifteen minutes I didn't have anything close to biscuits unless we are from Great Britain, and we aren't, so I failed. What I did have were the most delicious, crispy, and melt-in-your-mouth cookies ever. They were slightly sweet, not over-poweringly so, and so scrumptious I could not keep them on the plate. What did I do with the gravy? I dipped those cookies into it and had a delightful cookie and gravy breakfast that everyone agreed was worth doing again. 

Next time I made biscuits I added a bit more water and baking soda and achieved perfect drop biscuits. Lesson learned, new cookie found. 

I love the Slam Dunk School of Cooking.
                                                    The newest student of the Slam Dunk School.