When I have a project due, I would work on it, sleep on it, worry about it, talk about it, literally breathe it until one day it turns into something like this:
Now, I have presented you different angles of this project. Still don’t know what it is?
Try it again….
Still not? Well, stop working on your brain, just give up. …
This is a Grade 5 project: pick one building, build one and present it to your class. He picked the Congress Building. Thanks to my diligent online shopping which supplied us lots of boxes. He built the building out of those boxes. We helped: Simon bought paints for him; I yelled a little bit trying to let him know project is not his entire life.
