Le strategie di studio non bastano mai! Nell’articolo Come interessare tuo figlio alla materia avevo parlato di come rendere più piacevole o divertente lo studio in abbinamento al testo scolastico.
Il testo comunque c’è e da lì non si scappa. Rileggi QUESTO articolo dove ti parlo di come affrontare il libro partendo dall’indice per capire quale sarà la strada (come il GPS dell’auto) per poi focalizzarsi sulle mappe che sono normalmente presenti nei testi che usano i ragazzi.
L’atteggiamento con cui si pone però di fronte alla pagina però è fondamentale.
Se è di noia o di mancanza di interesse tuo figlio può stare sul libro anche tutto il pomeriggio per non concludere niente.
Non è una novità quella che ti sto raccontando, vero?
Ed ecco che ritorniamo sempre sul punto dolente: “Come faccio a fare in modo che mio figlio si interessi a questa materia?”.
Ci vuole un cambio di atteggiamento.
Facile a dirsi, ma nella pratica?
Nella pratica devi consigliare a tuo figlio di affrontare il nuovo argomento di studio facendosi delle domande!
La prima è “ho già sentito parlare di questo argomento? (momento storico, regione del mondo, legge dello stato, etc…), e quando? in che occasione?”
Lo sforzo del ricordo porta ad attivare la mente e stimolare la curiosità! “Chissà se i miei ricordi sono giusti e coincidono con quello che c’è scritto nel libro!”
Se tuo figlio è come i miei la risposta sarà “No, mai sentito nominare“ anche se si parla degli Egizi! Questo perché la mancanza di voglia di studiare la gioca da padrone e così la mente si chiude.
In questo caso allora le domande sono altre: se non si conosce l’argomento si va verso l’ignoto.
Esattamente come i giornalisti affrontano un argomento su cui fanno ricerca, anche i nostri ragazzi devono farsi le famose 5 domande del giornalista:
chi (di chi si parla in questo capitolo? Di una popolazione, di un luogo, di un soggetto giuridico?…)
dove (dove si trovava la popolazione, dove si trova questo luogo, ci sono mai stato?, dov’è collocato l’argomento?)
come (com’è avvenuto? riesco ad immaginare la battaglia?, come si vivrà in quella regione? se ci andassi in vacanza cosa mi dovrei portare? Come si è arrivati a formulare questo tipo di legge?)
Le ultime due sono quando e soprattutto… Perché!
Lascia che vaghi con la fantasia e l’immaginazione, la lettura del libro darà conferma o meno alle sue ipotesi e sicuramente l’argomento gli rimarrà impresso!
Ti invito a provare e a farmi sapere come va con un commento qui sotto o sulla pagina facebook di Strategie Bes!
Condividi!
6 mesi fa
One week Stacey had played on the Monday and was due to play again on the Wednesday, going back to the signals I usually read before sex, she showered before bed on Tuesday night, Stacey came to bed smelling lovely and me waiting in bed with a hard on in anticipation, however when I made an advance she said not tonight, I’m tired. This not only frustrated me, but got me thinking ‘wow, she always responds to me in the same circumstances’, the following day she was pick up for golf, Amy picks her up so I then have our car to ferry the kids about. Whilst Stacey was out golfing, I took the kids to the store to choose what they wanted for dinner. I bumped into Amy’s mum, we made a bit of small talk, before she said ‘I’m glad Stacey hasn’t had to miss her golf?’ and ‘that it was nice that Gary had something to take his mind of his recent separation’.When I looked quizzical, she explained what with Amy isolating at home because of covid, it was good that the other could still play. I nodded, smiled politely and we parted.
5 mesi fa
Is this possible? I am following two Blogspot accounts using my Twitter account. But when I look at my Twitter news feed, I never see updates from either of these Blogspots (and they have been updated). Is there a setting I need to change, or is this not even possible to do?.
4 mesi fa
Over the last 15 years we have grown together, both in spirit as soul mates and sexually. At 42 I’m older and have certainly had more experience. She is trusting and open minded, most new things she has tried with me, she has enjoyed and gone on to develop. Sex indoors, sex outdoors, making love, fucking like animals, some rough play, dressing up, we’ve come a long way together. But recently things had gone off the boil, the UK covid lockdown didn’t help, Stacey, me and the kids were cooped up together for a long period, limit privacy and working from home consuming us, probably made worse for me as my masturbating opportunities were also reduced.
4 mesi fa
I then did exactly what I said, I went at her with no love whatsoever, just pounding her, legs held out by the ankles one minute, over my shoulders the next. Hardly ever losing eye contact, I spoke obscenely to her, calling her a whore and a tramp, I said “what a dirty slut she was” to which she shook her head “of course you are, bringing home a pussy and thong full of another guys spunk” I said. “It was a good job, your MY dirty slut” she nodded eagerly at this, “that’s better” I said. I then reached under her and lift her bum with my hands, grinding my cock into her. I parted her bum cheeks and started working the tip of my finger into her arsehole, I asked her “did you let the prick fuck your arse?” she didn’t shake her head or nod at this, she mumbled something through the dripping panties. I carried on humping her whilst clenching her bum with my hands, rubbing her arsehole with my finger. I clamped down with my mouth around the lacy material which was hanging out of her mouth and pulled the panties out of her mouth, she gasped and started nibbling my nipple (she knows I love this). I asked her again “ did he fuck your arse?”. She look up from my nipples and looked me in the eye again and said “no he didn’t, he was fucking me from behind and said he wanted to but I said no, that didn’t stop him pushing his thumb into my arsehole at the same time he growled that he was going to cum” this nearly pushed me over the edge and I could feel my cock starting to swell. Stacey sensed the reaction in me too, adding “I liked it and by that point if he’d asked again, I’d have let him fuck me in the arse” I interrupted her “I’m gonna cum you dirty bitch, I’m . . .” this time the lacy panties were used to cut my sentence short and gag me, covered in cum, sweat, juices and saliva, Stacey pushed them into my mouth and carried on talking “I had a little orgasm quite quickly with him fucking me, must have been the novelty of fucking someone new and it being outside, but when he went from ploughing me with hands on my hips, to sticking one thumb in my bum hole and the other in my mouth to pull me backwards to him, the deeper angle he got into me, plus the feeling of helplessness, pushed me over the edge and a huge orgasm waved over me, my pussy convulsed, which pushed Gary over the edge and he emptied his balls into me, like a someone violently emptying a pot to ensure all the contents would come out.” I didn’t even make it through to the end of her dirty recollection, mid sentence I flushed her pussy out with my cum, whilst still looking her in the eye. But now, I was laid on top of her, cock still rigid inside her, hands still clamped around her bum. My head was over her shoulder buried into the pillow, with her used filthy underwear firmly clenched in my mouth. She then added “I came that hard, that Gary couldn’t remove his thumb from by arse, I had to consciously relax my bum and it still stung taking it out. BUT THAT fuck with you just then tops anything we’ve ever done. Rob, I am truly sorry, but thank you and I do love you. We lay there panting together, for some strange reason I felt as close to her as ever and knew I still loved her. Normal life resumed shortly afterwards, when we heard the kids shouting upstairs that they wanted dessert. Stacey ran to the bathroom, I could see spunk dripping down her legs. I threw my robe on and went downstair