It always felt good to go to school after the summer vacations. A new academic year, a fresh beginning, the smell of new books, new uniforms, new shoes, new bag. But this time its my son who would go to school. Yes. He is big enough to go to school now. After much contemplation, we finalized the school that fits our requirement. We went to his school and it was awesome. In fact all pre-schools are awesome. The walls are painted with cartoons, all class rooms are filled with colorful toys. There is a play area with slides, rockers, ride-ons and the list goes on. Basically I love the ambience of play school.
As we were speaking about the fee structure and transport facilities with the head mistress of the school, PHAATTT. My son broke one of their sturdy, unbreakable toys. I was scared the school would reject to admit him. But since my son did not exhibit any of his other feats, the headmistress didn't seem to mind. So, the single salaried us, paid the fees which is more than the consolidated fees for 4 years of my engineering studies. Yeah. I know its hard to digest. Bravo us! The single salaried us, who paid the fees. It enlightened my soul so much that I decided to kick start phase 2 of my career. Because we have to educate my son for the next 2 decades in the least. Sigh!
I am pretty much excited to see his school bag, books and uniform. Oh! his books. They are so cool. They have colorful pictures everywhere. Just the feel of owning them is heavenly. I quickly covered and labeled them as per the instructions given by the school. My husband doesn't understand why I am so excited about anything that has to do with my son's school. And that is one more item on his list of "non decipherable qualities of my wife".
Few of my relatives, are astonished and question me as to why am I sending him to nursery at the tender age of 2 and a half. Man! For all you know I should be sending him to the army school for the riot he is. Besides, I want him to play with kids of his age, make friends and learn to share toys rather than bullying me and his dad. I am dying to see his teacher after the class tomorrow. I feel so sorry for her. But since we have already paid the fees, I don't think the school authorities have the right to reject him now.
I can't wait to send him to school. Because, I can finally take the blame off me and blame the school for my son's mischief and lack of discipline.
As we were speaking about the fee structure and transport facilities with the head mistress of the school, PHAATTT. My son broke one of their sturdy, unbreakable toys. I was scared the school would reject to admit him. But since my son did not exhibit any of his other feats, the headmistress didn't seem to mind. So, the single salaried us, paid the fees which is more than the consolidated fees for 4 years of my engineering studies. Yeah. I know its hard to digest. Bravo us! The single salaried us, who paid the fees. It enlightened my soul so much that I decided to kick start phase 2 of my career. Because we have to educate my son for the next 2 decades in the least. Sigh!
I am pretty much excited to see his school bag, books and uniform. Oh! his books. They are so cool. They have colorful pictures everywhere. Just the feel of owning them is heavenly. I quickly covered and labeled them as per the instructions given by the school. My husband doesn't understand why I am so excited about anything that has to do with my son's school. And that is one more item on his list of "non decipherable qualities of my wife".
Few of my relatives, are astonished and question me as to why am I sending him to nursery at the tender age of 2 and a half. Man! For all you know I should be sending him to the army school for the riot he is. Besides, I want him to play with kids of his age, make friends and learn to share toys rather than bullying me and his dad. I am dying to see his teacher after the class tomorrow. I feel so sorry for her. But since we have already paid the fees, I don't think the school authorities have the right to reject him now.
I can't wait to send him to school. Because, I can finally take the blame off me and blame the school for my son's mischief and lack of discipline.
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