“It’s not too bad. She just has to read fifteen minutes every day, and I sign off on her reading log.”
My friend was introducing me to the horrors of elementary education, 2014 style. In my area – please tell me this is only in my area – students have to read fifteen minutes EVERY NIGHT, and document it.
Even in elementary school, I was an avid reader. I’m sure most book bloggers can say the same. Do you remember those Scholastic catalogs? My mother refused to let me buy any of their books because I needed to spend more time outside. My favorite Saturday tradition was going to the used bookstore with my dad. And I’d read my parents’ entire library by the time I was sixteen.
Yet it only took those nine words, “She just has to read fifteen minutes every day”, for my inner eight year old to come up with this:
Maybe I don’t want to read fifteen minutes a day.
Maybe I don’t like reading so much after all.
Besides that, I can’t imagine any way to make reading more tedious than doing it in fifteen minute chunks. I didn’t read the rulebook, but it sounded like you couldn’t do a 1 hr 45 minute reading binge on Saturday and take care of the whole week. Fifteen minutes per day, because someone said that was good for you, like broccoli.
My friend didn’t disagree with my rant, but had a beautiful solution: “I have her read to her little sister. That way it’s fun, and everyone gets some book time.”
I have to know, readers: Do you — can you — read in fifteen minute chunks? And how does the idea of a daily requirement make you feel?