Nerve-wracking is an understatement. Each spin of the ballot dome, every crackling of balls hitting each other sends reverberations of tense hope, and every time the dome stops, so does the heart of every single one of the 100-odd parents sitting nervously in the room.
Young parents stand nervously around the school porch waiting for their number to be called. If your number is called late, there’s likely been a hitch in administration, and your agonising wait is made even more agonising by the delay.
I was told yesterday morning about a press conference that the NLB was holding to address the book removal issue that became a thing the day before. .@NLB is currently holding a press conference to explain how it chooses books for children. — TODAY (@TODAYonline) July 10, 2014 Up until Today Online started covering the … Continue reading Three Books, The Book and Barbra Streisand
I know of enough people around me and around the world afflicted by disability, sickness, death, divorce, financial burden, miscarriage, infertility, or even racial, religious, political and sexual discrimination to understand that there is no one-size-fits-all solution to family creation and management. And if I may say as way of compliment to the Board, I learned how to empathise with all of these people and all these situations through the various children’s books my family regularly bring home to read as bedtime stories to our children, just over the last 4 years alone.
The Blogfather truly believes there exists a capacity in every individual to empathise with all sides in any given issue – religious, atheist, straight, gay, local, foreign, young, old, public servant, private citizen. But that doesn’t mean I would stand blindly with any of these groups.
It feels like every day, I see and hear things happening in our home that takes a little bit more of our soul away from us.
Now, technically speaking, the annual Children’s Day Funfair is a Parent Support Group (PSG) event, and there is a significant different between the PSG and parent volunteers (PV), namely that the PSG volunteers are parents whose kids are already in the school, while the PVs volunteer in the hopes that their kids can eventually get in. So how did The Blogfather get involved as a PV then?
Having read the old tales, I will say with some authority that the Brothers Grimm qualify as the 17th century German writer’s equivalent of Quentin Tarantino. I mean, there’s a lot of sex in there! And violence!
After a while, you learn to identify when someone seriously needs to go to the toilet and when someone is just trying to make a break for it. When a pupil comes up to you with a slightly worried look, legs pressed together and doing tiny hops from left to right, they need to go. But when a pupil comes up to you, with a cheeky smile and an inexplicable glint in his eye, you say NO.
When I first heard the news that the National Family Council (NFC) came up with a National pledge with the happy endorsement of the Ministry of Social and Family Development (MSF), I thought to myself, “Wah, donation drive ah? I thought gahmen usually foots their bills?” And now that the Blogfather has read the Pledge, he’s suggesting a rewrite.
A three-year-old boy sustains a leg fracture after what the school claimed was a “fall”, only to have the parent’s discover through reviewing CCTV footage that something else entirely happened. My own first reaction, however, can be summed up with 3 simple words: stupid, stupid, brash.
The barista clasped his hands over his head as he looked outside. “It looks like 490,” he said. The cashier taking my order replied, “You can see just how bad it is.” Then she looked at me. “We’re gonna die,” she said, jokingly. I looked at her with a smile. “In that case, can I get my coffee free?”