Nothing For Dinner Anyway

The last 10 days were stressful for me as I helped Wey through his final exams. Sure, he's in Form One (grade 7) so what's the big deal. Well, he has about 10 subjects (English, Math, Science, Bahasa Malaysia, History, Geography, Kemahiran Hidup (Life Skills), Civics, Computer and Art). All but the first three are in Bahasa Malaysia, our national language which, if you don't speak at home, will be a toughie to master even though it really is an easy language to learn. If he doesn't do well, Wey may have to attend a month of extra tutoring during the upcoming school holidays and re-sit the remedial exam or face staying back in Form One. Chances are he'll have to stay back for remedial classes since he didn't do homework and assignments which account for half of the final exam marks. There goes our plan to spend a month or two together with Yi in Australia.

I was so upset (an understatement) with Wey when I found out that he's lost some of his textbooks for the 3rd or 4th time, and also lost most of his workbooks for the whole year, that I didn't give him dinner because food is all he cares about. He happily made half a dozen of grilled cheese sandwiches himself, defiantly tilting his head in a way that said "So what!" as he walked out the kitchen. That reminded me of the last time (last year) I said "No dinner for you!" and this was what he put on my door*:



Hmph!

*My daughter used to tell me what she thought of me when she was 8 or 9 by tapeing messages on my wardrobe door. I would reply her likewise. I won't embarass her here. Middle child is the only one who never wrote me messages--he just socks it to me when he's mad with me.

Note: Wey was doing his History project just now and we talked about his accomplishments so far. He reminded me that he was his class' 'Best Improved Student' last year, a feat I've totally forgotten.

Good thing Wey doesn't read my blog.