As I came home from work on Friday afternoon, I just had to yell out to my daughter the one prevailing thought that I had since the minute I woke up that morning. "Yeah it’s the weekend, NO HOMEWORK!!!!!" To add to the effect, I even jumped up and down in my heels. Madeline too was happy, but she merely smiled at me and continued to play with her dolls. So why did my enthusiasm surpass that of my child’s? Well, given my daughter’s-or more appropriately my-first few months in the first grade, I’m rather surprised that I didn’t break a heel with the force of my leaps.
You see, my child has been designated by the board of education as one of many "subjects" who will be undergoing an experimental treatment called "Everyday Math," developed by the Chicago RESEARCH project. Now I’m not sure how things are done in education, but in medicine, a patient is usually informed if an experimental drug is going to be given to him and he has the right to refuse. And even if he does agree to be the guinea pig, he’s required to sign a consent form, essentially stating that he has been forewarned about the long list of possible side effects and questionable efficacy of this unproven treatment. Since the consent form for the Chicago RESEARCH project must have gotten lost amidst Madeline’s school supply list (the one that incidentally required a calculator in the first grade), I keep asking her to bring home another one.
But I guess I’m comparing apples and oranges because it’s not like Madeline is being given drugs. She’s just being taught one of the most essential disciplines to mankind by methods that have never been used in most states-or countries for that

