This evening as I began planning the 4th of July weekend, I was struck by just how short the summer is for kids. When I was a kid it felt like summer lasted three full months. I spent those months at my Grandparent's house, eating popsicles, playing hide-n-seek (younger) or tennis (older). I rode my bike to the pool and read every Hardy Boys book in the house. The room I stayed in for the summer belonged to my Uncles when they were boys. I am grateful they left that shelf of Hardy Boys books behind. The most difficult task of any day was choosing between playing board games in the porch or screen room.
My youngest daughter, the only one of the kids to chose to attend high school, has a very different summer. First off, it runs just over two months. She is volunteering at camp for a week in August, but she is a "old-timer" the planning and work are not hard for her. The surprise is the homework.
Summer homework? Yes. Because she needs to have completed Algebra 2 in order to take one of her two Science classes next year, she is learning it over the summer. No credit, she just needs the knowledge. She is doing 2-3 lessons a day and will be up to speed by the time "school" starts.
In addition to the math that she chose to complete, she has summer homework for 3 other classes. IB English, History and Chemistry all have assignments. What is up with that? She may not have to get on a bus everyday, but she will spend her summer with her nose to the grindstone just the same.