I stared at the first homework problem.
I counted two on one hand, three on the other. That didn’t work, I couldn’t count with the fingers I had out. I got raisins for a snack. I made a pile with two, and a pile with three, and counted. I wrote
That wasn’t right. I took out my eraser, worn from use, and erased it. I tried again.
Another erase. One more try:
Still doesn’t look right. The eraser tore the paper.
Tomorrow I will turn in homework with jumbled numbers and tape holding it together, my cheeks bright red.
Tonight’s piece was inspired by the Carrot Ranch prompt about perfectionism. Although when I re-read the prompt, it is not to write about perfection at all. (Somehow that seems fitting.) It brought to mind my own Elementary School struggles with homework–struggles not with the work itself, but with the act of doing the work. That’s where Chelsea is right now.