I didn't love homework when I was in school, but I didn't hate it with the same amount of emotion that I do today. In spite of what that last sentence makes you think, I do believe homework can be a good thing. I like the principals that it teaches - responsibility, diligence, parental involvement. It's the Michael component that gives me the whines.
School should be at school.
Home is for home.
The two paths shall never cross.
It doesn't matter if you tell him his theory doesn't hold water. You can talk until you are blue in the face. Showing him the error of this thinking does not change his belief. Sure, it would be nice if this could be a standard - but in the real world things overlap. Most careers bring a certain amount of work home with them.
I know all kids hate homework, but the Asperger's piece adds a little extra flavor to the ordeal. Chances are that your middle schooler didn't cry and talk loudly in a high pitched voice in front of the whole class when they figured out they would have homework. Most likely, they save this behavior for you. For Michael, it's an equal opportunity experience.
Since eighth grade began, so has our struggle. The projects and tests are rolling in. The tears have been rolling, too. After a battle royale between me and my favorite redhead, we were able to reset and prepare for his upcoming presentation. I decided to film him so he would be able to critique himself. I had forgotten how much Michael loves to be on camera.
I would show you the actual presentation, but this is more amusing.
His voice had not yet recovered from the tears, but his sense of humor had!
He fooled me into thinking he was going to do his presentation, but instead he was going to show me the moon.
I had to restart the camera about five times before he did his presentation.
I loved every bit of it!
I'm so thankful for this kiddo -- even with the dreaded homework.