Yay! The kid can write her name. They haven’t taken this up in school (another sorry-for-being-a-working-mom moment) but the school where we will be enrolling her next year told me that she’s a little left behind by not being able to do so yet at age 3. True or not, we decided to let her memorize the spelling of her first name (why oh why did I give her such a long name. lol.), and let her write it. Since she already knew her alphabets, it was actually easier than I anticipated. She got it the first time.
She still has her own way of doing her alphabets but there’s magic in creativity. For all we know, she’s doing it the right way. I’m just happy.
Yes we were at the E.R. last weekend. Twice. Then spent one and a half days confined and observed. And my dear 30-year old husband has been put on hypertensive medication for the rest of his life. Sigh. And between the two of us, he has been more careful about eating healthy than I. It’s such a crummy situation.
So now, exercise is in order. And a totally different set of menu for the family. And I guess a more positive outlook in life! No more hotheads!
I have been mulling about a good problem lately. Now where to send the little kid? After looking over schools nearby the new house, and having Mischa assessed, we came up with two uhm, candidates. Help me decide.
* With permit to operate from the Department of Education
* Anchored on the Catholic belief
* Number of students in a class: 16 max
* Two teachers per class for the full three-hour session
* Tuition and miscellaneous fees: Php41,830 if cash, including school supplies, field trip, class picture, etc.; Php45,200 if installment
* Approach: Progressive/Play-based, teacher-guided; with emphasis on multiple and emotional intelligence
* Class hours: Choice of 7:30 – 10:30 or 10:45 – 1:45
* Located outside of the private village, about 10 minutes ride
* Small campus, up to Grade VI only
* Reservation fee to reserve slot: Php1,000
* Environment seems to be very conducive for learning.
* Well-lighted classrooms
* Posters outside the school of the students’ achievements seem to be geared towards proficiency in English.
* Mischa liked the school because of the toys.
* This was the first school where we had her assessed. It took her awhile to warm up and answer, but she eventually did with flying colors except that she doesn’t want to tell the teacher her name and age up to the very end of the session.
* Number of students in a class: 20 max
* On class adviser for the first one and a half hours to be followed by two assistants for the next half of the class
* Tuition and miscellaneous fees: Php40,984 if cash, miscellaneous items not indicated; subject to increase in SY 2013-2014; Php46,060 if installment
* Approach: Montessori/Traditional
* Class hours: Choice of 8:00 – 11:00 or 1:00 – 4:00
* Within subdivision, 2 minutes ride or about ten minutes walk
* Big campus to accommodate pre-school, grade school and high school students
* Reservation fee to reserve slot: Php3,000
* Environment seems to be very formal.
* Classrooms seem a little dim.
* Posters outside the school suggest high regard for sports.
* Mischa liked the school because it’s yellow.
* She immediately took to the teacher-assessor because she found the exams interesting, i.e., she was asked to transfer water from one container to the other.
* She was pre-conditioned that she needs to answer whatever the teacher will ask, and she will be rewarded with treats afterwards.
Lord please give me a sign so that I make the best choice for her.
This has got to be one of the best tasting wagyu burgers I’ve tasted! Mmmm mmmm mmmmm!! I almost forgot my name eating it. I loved Charlie’s! I wish I could go back to you all the time but ang layo mo! Located in a really obscure area in Brgy. Kapitolyo, Pasig City, Charlie’s is like a pit stop for people who are having their car washed next door. I think their servings are made for grown men, so don’t tell anybody I finished one burger in a jiffy the day we dropped by. Maybe I was that hungry, or I’m just a pig. lol.
Sometimes I feel like my fire is dying. Like all that remains of my enthusiasm for work are the glowing embers–still flickering but hardly the once flaming ball of fire. I hope to God it will not be extinguished for good. It’s just I hardly find anything at work exciting nowadays (make that the last couple of months. or years. whatever). Don’t get me wrong, there is so much happening. Too much that I don’t know which direction to go first, which task to finish first. But I hardly see much point in any of it. Like what is its relevance to the ordinary people, to the taong bayan, I might add, whom we have sworn to serve. Naiba na ba?
Isn’t the point of public service elevating the lives of the ordinary people? Right? Right?
Maybe I’ve lost the idealism I once had. Maybe I’ve grown old real fast. Too bad. I used to love coming to work (those were the yester years). I used to look forward to meeting new people, doing new projects, sitting at my desk feeling like I was doing something important, like I was making a difference in the lives of people. Where did that feeling go? These days I seem to just be going through the motions as what is expected of me. It’s like putting one foot in front of another. I nod on cue, I sign, I assign, you get the drift.
I just want to feel. It’s as if I’m dead inside. I want to believe again. Believe that we’re doing something relevant. And special. And for the good of mankind.
One of the travails of mothers, or parents in general for that matter, is that there are times that we get to miss important activities of our kids in school. This week I missed two–Sportsfest and Talent Night. Thank God last year had several school cancellations because of bad weather that the school had to move the activities to weekends. Unfortunately at this time, the founding anniversary celebrations of the school went as planned earlier this week. Mischa had to settle with the grannies, who unfortunately cannot take really good pictures.
Here is Mischa in her Hawaiian finery for the school’s talent night.
Note to self: must teach the little to love the camera! But I’m like that when I was younger too so it might take her some time to ham it up.