I never realized that my 7-year old was already this concerned about what is going on in the present. I always thought she was living her life quietly between school and the house. In my mind, 7-year olds don’t concern themselves with the news….except maybe if it involved some people from the Disney Channel.
Boy was I wrong.
After watching the news a couple of nights ago….
Gaby : “Mama, why is everyone being bad to each other?”
Me : “Well, that’s the way it is talaga. Not everyone is good.”
Gaby : “Are they forgetting that its a few days before Christmas? Isn’t everyone supposed to be good on Christmas?”
Me : “Maybe they forgot or they don’t believe in Christmas.”
Gaby : “How sad naman. I thought everyone knew.”
It is now safe to say that the torture is over. The second trimester exam period is FINITO!!
To say that it was a grueling week is way understated. It was tough both for me and my daughter, Gaby. I haven’t seen her cry this much during reviews. Sure she has had the occasional bouts of katamaran during study time and sure she has succumbed to my volcanic temper whenever those attacks happen. But this time it was just tears flowing while doing her addition and subtraction with regrouping. And talk about the gasps of disbelief when she saw the worksheets for verbs. Heartbreaking, I tell you.
But what choice does this Mom slash Tutor have? Nada. Even I am amazed at the pace of the grade school curriculum today. I remember having a good time in my first year of grade school. Actually, I remember having a great time in my entire stay in school. What I don’t remember is any kind of hardcore reviewing. But these are far different from my time….which wasn’t too long ago…ahem.
In any case, exam week went by without a hitch. Gaby didn’t seem disappointed with her performance so I’m pretty much assured that she did ok. I’m not counting on perfection. I just want her to do her best….at the very least. And if she does better than expected, then well and good. Which, by the way, means a new toy. Wait and see…wait and see. In the meantime, I’m making my list of “me-things” to do. This President Tutor needs some serious pampering after all that.
Everyone knows that eating junk food is bad. But everyone also knows that eating junk food is one of those pleasures in life that is so hard to give up despite it being really bad for us. And I will be the first to admit that I have not given up junk food. Not yet, at least.
But I’ve been trying…honest. My “every night” habit has now been trimmed to a “maswerte-kung-once-a-week” habit. Not bad for someone who would hide cans of cheese curls in her cabinet or under the bed.
Of course, I have been trying to instill the same kind of discipline on my kids. So definitely chips are a big no-no…most of the time. But I don’t get all Gestapo-ish and ban chips altogether. We eat and we try to eat together.
One time, though, I managed to sneak in a bag of chips while I was driving to pick up my eldest daughter from school. Just before I turned to enter the school gates, I quickly closed the bag and hid it underneath a box of tissue. But trust my kids’ nose to sniff out the obvious. When she got in the car she knew someone was eating chips.
Gaby : “Mama, did you eat chips?”
Me : “Little lang.”
Gaby : “Can I have?”
Me : “Little lang.”
Gaby reaches for the bag of chips and discovers that it happens to be her favorite brand and flavor.
Gaby : “Yey, my favorite!! Please Mama, can I have more.”
Me : “Little na lang. Sige ka, you’ll get fat.”
Gaby : “Mama what is sodium?
Me : “Salt, why?”
Gaby : “Low in sodium, not fried, no cholesterol, and zero percent transfat. Mama, these are good chips. No transfat naman pala eh.”
Leave it to my kids to find ways to amuse themselves on what would otherwise be a boring day.
They found an empty can of Diet Coke on top of Manang’s “kalakal” heap and decided to play Tumbang Preso. Never mind that they didn’t understand the intricacies of the game. All they knew was that they needed to hit the can with their chinelas. This goes without saying that they refused to remove the slippers they had on and instead took out another pair of slippers for the task.
On a the ride to school this morning, as is the usual practice, I threw drill questions at my kids to practice them for the day ahead.
Today we were practicing homonyms or words that are pronounced the same but are spelled differently. For those of you who have forgotten what you studied in grammar class ages ago, an example of a homonym would be real-reel. Or flair-flare. You get the picture.
So anyway, I was spelling out homonyms and asking my kids to say the word for me to familiarize them with the concept.
Me : “What is E-I-G-H-T?”
Gaby : “Eight!!” (pronounced as eyt)
Me : “Ok, what is A-T-E?”
Adi : “A-TEH!!”
Me : “No…in English.”
Adi : “Ah I know I know!! Ask me again.”
Me : “What is A-T-E?”
Adi : “SISTER!!!”