Another of my pet peeves is that they are not required to memorize the multiplication tables.
I don't know if you have grandchildren or if they come to you for assistance, but I can tell you that my grand kids are not told they mostly "don't have to show their work." The bad thing is I'm not at all convinced that they really know what they are doing or why. They suspect, and almost certainly correctly, that all of their work will be done with calculating devices and they won't have to be able to do these things anyway. --- I find that attitude very scary. Anyone who has read history, apocalyptic literature, or lived in a third world country, knows that these aids are not quite as certain as many suspect.
Another of my pet peeves is that they are not required to memorize the multiplication tables. They would have had to work very hard on 36 x 12 = 432. Sigh, I seriously considering bribing them to get them to memorize them.
It's such a good thing when a young reader first tackles a big, true-classic novel and realizes: I can do this; I can read -- and enjoy! -- a big grownups' book; I won't be afraid to try another one; I won't think such things are not for me.
I hope that still happens in schools.
The “Frog Pond” is still a feature of Boston Common. Poe called Boston “Frogpondium” and Bostonians “Frogpondians.” Such jokes were commonplace. Isaac Starr Clason wrote “Young Boston Bards croak worse than Boston waites” and added a note “ ‘Boston-waites’ is an old nickname for frogs.”
It has been well said of the French orator, Dupin, that “he spoke, as nobody else, the language of everybody;” and thus his manner seems to be exactly conversed in that of the Frogpondian Euphuists, who, on account of the familiar tone in which they lisp their outré phrases, may be said to speak, as everybody, the language of nobody — that is to say, a language emphatically their own.
"In no literary circle out of BOSTON — or, indeed, out of the small coterie of abolitionists, transcendentalists and fanatics in general, which is the Longfellow junto — have we heard a seriously dissenting voice on this point. It is universally, in private conversation — out of the knot of rogues and madmen aforesaid — admitted that the poetical claims of Mr. LONGFELLOW have been vastly overrated, and that the individual himself would be esteemed little without the accessaries of wealth and position."