About School

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The first few weeks of school has just gone by. My 6 year old has officially joined his elder brother in the big boy school. It dawned on me that very soon my little baby would lose his chubby cheeks and potbelly, and his cutesy little feet would balloon into a size 10 like his elder brother’s. I felt the need to smother him with hugs and kisses because very soon, my little baby wouldn’t be so little anymore.

His K2 graduation photo now sits in our living room. He looks handsome in his graduation robe proudly holding his graduation scroll.

However I wasn’t really ecstatic about his year end concert. Seeing him march on stage in his graduation robe with his head held high with his scroll in hand brought a mixed sense of pride and a tinge of sadness. This seemed to mark the end of childhood innocence and the start of grueling years of formal schooling. Yet, I know the choice is mine, whether to jump on the bandwagon.

This year, we paid 60 bucks to watch him on stage dancing to the beat of some funky pop songs from the billboard charts. It was cool but I didn’t get overly excited. The teachers and children had spent the last few weeks of school preparing, practicing the songs , dance moves and speeches. The usual lessons came to a halt and they spent hours practicing and rehearsing.

On the day of the performance, the kids were asked to put on makeup so that they would look ‘better’ on stage. Of course the boys protested indignantly that ‘Boys don’t wear makeup!’.

I would have very much enjoyed a simpler concert, a song or something they had learned in school during the past year. There needn’t be fanciful costumes or props or a grand concert hall but perhaps that wouldn’t be good enough? These days, it’s not uncommon to see schools lavish on year end concerts and I am beginning to wonder over the motivation behind these.

There may be many different views on the purpose of education. Scholars, teachers, and policy makers are still trying to reach a consensus. Some joked that one might have better luck asking ‘What is the meaning of life’.

If the role of schools is indeed to train our children to become lifelong learners who are able to love, work, and act as responsible members of the community, then I wonder how a lavish graduation concert would fit in.

The teachers were visibly stressed out preparing for the big day. It was definitely not easy to get a bunch of preschoolers to cooperate and put up a performance of this scale. I could imagine how unnerving it must had been for the teachers, especially when the audience is made up of demanding monster parents.

Fast forward a couple of months later. My 6 year old is adapting well to his new school. There was no first day of school jitters and no crying. Unlike child birth, the second kid was definitely easier than the first. I am quite sure having an elder brother in the same school made a difference. For a start, he already knew some of his brother’s friends even before joining the school.

And how did we prepare him for Primary 1?

No, we didn’t cram him with worksheets or tuition classes or send him for a crash course in reading. We did make sure he knows his dollar and cents so that he could tackle his adventure in the school canteen. He was so excited on his first day of school because he got to order his own food and handle real money like a big boy.

On the first day, his buddy, a girl from Primary 2, asked him why he doesn’t buy any sweet drinks. He probably gave her a list of reasons why sweet drinks were not good for you. I still couldn’t fathom why the school doesn’t sell mineral water.

On the second day, he was too short to see beyond the first rack of food and couldn’t order any side dishes to add to his rice. If not for the parent volunteers at the canteen, he would have probably ended up eating plain white rice with a few leaves of lettuce. That happened to many of the kids. They were too flustered and it didn’t help that the canteen vendors weren’t very thoughtful in displaying the food they were selling.

On the third day, he was short changed by the canteen vendor. He was too slow to figure out how much change to get back for his bowl of noodle that cost 80 cents. But now he knows better, that it’s okay to ask for your change even if you can’t figure out the exact amount; that adults are not always right and sometime they can be forgetful.

It was a pity that the school field was closed again for construction. His elder brother who is in Primary 6 this year had gotten quite used to it. The field was out of bounds half the time he was there. As a result, the chaos at the canteen during recess time was only to be expected. When the children are deprived of the space to expend their energy (after sitting in the classroom for long stretch of time), trying to maintain order is insane and inane. Thankfully so far, the boys have been able to keep themselves occupied without getting into trouble and I have yet to receive any complaints from their teachers.

Though I am far from satisfied with how things are being run in the school, I realised that school is probably the best place for the boys to get a glimpse of real life.

Managing their expectations, taking things in their stride, dealing with adversity, finding their own solutions for their own problems, learning to be positive and focus on the brighter side of life. These are life skills that even some adults struggle with.

While the school is far from perfect, I think it has provided them the environment to pick up valuable life skills at a young age. So maybe it is not because of the school system, but in spite of the school system that our children will learn to succeed.

 

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