Elsewhere in this blog, I have repeated several times that I’m
rarely involved in JJ’s education matters. That is because I’m not infected
with the typical Malaysian’s obsession with scoring straight A’s. At the risk
of getting shot by all the big guns out there, I simply don’t believe the value
of Grade A in our education system these days is anything like the value of
Grade A of the good old days. But I readily admit that I may be wrong about
this!
Anyway, this post is not about comparing grades in school.
As far as JJ is concerned, Mia has always been the one who’s obsessed with her
performance. If JJ does badly in her exams, I reckon that Mia would probably
suffer the agony of a bullet wound. She’s the one who sends JJ to school, and
when in due course the teacher requests for a meeting to discuss something
about JJ, Mia would be there to attend. I think I had only attended a meeting
with JJ’s teacher once throughout the 5 years since Primary One. And I went to
collect JJ’s report card once a couple of years ago. Occasionally, when Mia is
too busy to fetch JJ from school, I would be the one to do it. It’s therefore
fair to say that I have very minimal involvement in JJ’s education matters.
But very early this morning Mia had to catch a flight to
Hong Kong, and she will only be home very late on Monday evening. She’s making
a second attempt at the Vibram HK 100, an ultra trail marathon for a distance
of 100km over treacherous hill range. Last year she had to throw in the towel
at CP7 due to severe fatigue. I tried to give her some tips on how to increase her
chances to finish the race this year, but of course because I’m her
husband, all my tips went to wasteshe won’t have any of it! I mean, seriously
now, how many women would listen to their husbands, right?
So anyway, since Mia is away to torture herself in Hong
Kong, I had to be the one handling JJ for the next few days starting from this
morning. And oh boy, was I up for a big shock!
The first thing I had to do this morning was to wake up an
hour earlier. OK, never mind about that, that’s the easy part. Then down to the
kitchen, boiled water and then prepared breakfast for the kid. Damn! When I was
her age, I hand-washed my own laundry, and prepared my own meals too.
Then I
had my own Quaker oats. I woke JJ up at 6am. School starts at 7:20am, and it’s just a
10-minute drive to her school, so plenty of time; no problem. But amazingly,
time seemed to pass super fast. Before I knew it, it was already 6:40am. I
rushed upstairs to get dressed for work, and then to my horror, I had to iron
my own shirt.
After I broke the shirt-ironing record, I threw in JJ's
school bags into the car, started the engine, and then left the house at around
7am. I suspect that everybody was conspiring to slow us down; the traffic jam
was just mind-boggling! We moved inches at a time, but we finally reached the
forsaken school in the nick of time. Then I helped carry JJ’s huge bag (what da
hell do they have in their school bags, rocks?) up the 3 storey to her class. As
soon as we reached her class, the bell rang. I was walking down the staircase
when suddenly the Negara Ku started blaring from the loudspeakers, and the
students started singing. I tried to avoid being noticed as I walked slowly to
my car.
Then I realized that in my rush, I had forgotten to bring along my cellphone. I’m not sure how I survived without my cellphone years ago, but I had to return home to get my
phone. Leaving the engine running in the car port, I rushed into the house,
then up the stairs into my bedroom; grabbed the phone and then to the car again
in double quick time. I was out at the main road when I realized that I had my
sandals on. So I had to turn back home again to get my shoes.
Surprisingly, I arrived at the office just before 8am. I bet the chaotic morning must have raised my blood pressure at least by 10%. So yes, I'm so happy to report that I've survived the first few hours of Mia's absence! I sure hope she has internet access in Hong Kong, so that she can text me this evening what I should do with JJ for tomorrow.
Keeping my fingers crossed...
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