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.
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.
Those Facebook pictures of little smiling schoolchildren betray their parents’s anxiety towards their children’s new year in school, and the rest of their academic lives that follow.
Textbooks will use apples and oranges, cars traveling certain distances at certain speeds, but at this age, children are more likely not to like eating fruit in the first place, and certainly don’t have driving licenses. However, there is one thing they will certainly take an instant grasp to: money.