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My dad loved to make school-work charts. He'd plan out our progress in math and science and allocate hours of time. I'm sure he was imagining us as Nobel Prize winning scientists some day. The charts were neat, clear and logical, but ultimately useless. When it came time for our extra sessions my brother would start by sulking and end up in a screaming fit, my dad would loose his cool and storm off. I'd go back to watching my favourite show on TV. And that's what happened every single time.

By mudslide, October 28, 2013.
General

To my mom her chore chart was a thing of beauty. The lines were thick and black and the chores were colour coded dots that appeared in the rows next to our names. The columns were the days of the week, there were seven of them, no days off, every day had a dot for every person. To my mom it meant freedom from drudgery, to us it mean joining her in the trenches.

By mudslide, October 28, 2013.