I was at Kell's school earlier to collect her report card, and again, I saw and overheard conversations between "those" parents (mothers) that made me grimace and flee the school compound as soon as my business there was over and done with, that is, to collect her report card, and to purchase new uniforms for the baby sister.
I am so terrified and put off by "those" parents, or rather, the pressure induced by them, that I could count with the digits on one hand, the number of times I've stepped into her school this year, discounting the daily drop off at the school gate. Let's see. Once for her singing competition, once for her English story-telling competition, and once for today. And today, I realised, to my absolute HORROR, that I did not even know where's her classroom! As I walked along the corridor, trying to locate the classroom, I cursed at myself. What kind of a mother am I to not know where's my daughter's classroom?!! :(
I must make it a point to know where's her classroom next year. I must. I think, with the younger sister joining her next year, I definitely would have to get over my phobia of stepping into the school compound, and probably get more involved with the happenings there, by *shudder* interacting a little more with other parents.
So, her performance this semester has been consistent with that of the last semester. She's got A's for every subject, and is ranked 3rd in a class of 35. I'm pleased with that. I'm also pleased with the fact that I need not buy her a dollhouse because that was the pact we made. That I would buy her a big Barbie dollhouse if she's placed 1st, and a small dollhouse for 2nd position.
For 3rd place, her prize is (to be) a watch. Well, she's pleased with that too.








