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Neil went back to school yesterday. After a ten day sick leave. He has a tough time at school. He is in eighth class. He'll sit for his junior Boards examination at the end of Class Ten. There's a very tough syllabus to follow and he's not overly fond of reading, but he's a sincere and hardworking boy. Believe it or not, his favourite subjects are chemistry and history. Some combination! I always tried to make a reader out of him, thinking that this would help him to cope with the syllabus, but Neil is a cricket and video game fan! In spite of this, I am optimistic that his hard work will pay off in the end. Sadly, his school doesn't give the children much breathing space! There are constant tests. Every third week is a test week. This is in addition to two examinations a year, half-yearly and finals. It's a bit too pressurised for my liking.

Mel and Trish are in a famous convent school, over a hundred years old, founded by Irish nuns, would you believe? They used the play way method in primary school. I had a wonderful time with Mel at primary level, but now she is in High School, it's play way no more. I'm explaining to her that if she tackles her studies seriously in non-examination time, she'll do very well. And unlike poor Neil, she's not bedevilled by tests every two weeks. She's got the message, and after a somewhat shaky start, she's doing all right.

Trisha is doing well, but I constantly remind her to read story books - lots of them - in both English and Hindi in her spare time. I check her multiplication tables and writing regularly too. And Nathan! Oh, dear! His homework keeps me under pressure. He's in the same public school as Neil, and of course there is a tough syllabus. It takes at least an hour in the evening, which is a huge chunk out of my time. Six years old, and doing cursive writing already! The girls get jealous too. "Why do you only help him? We're older, our studies are much more pressurised" cries Mel, in despair. How do I explain to her that the two schools use entirely different methods of teaching and that if I don't help Nathan, he'll fall behind? My Trisha has beautiful handwriting and she started doing cursive writing at seven or eight years old. It came to her quite naturally, without undue pressure.

It makes me laugh when I read about homeschooling. Here in India, even if your kids are in full time school, the mother has to be a homeschooler!

Comments

  1. The dude is only 14 months and I'm worried I won't be able to help him with his homework someday. Have you ever seen that show Are you as smart as fifth grader? ah ha ha ha

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  2. I never made the best of my education...something I deeply regret. So I always made sure I emphasised how important it was to my children. My son was a bit of a problem at school. He was easily distracted. He did OK though and has been in a good job for many years now. My daughter had chronic fatigue syndrome when she was 11 yrs old and had to have home tutoring for 2 years. When she finally went back to school she caught up amazingly well. Although she was offered a place at university, she declined. She wanted to work with children and after the necessary training she worked in a Montessori nursery school where she ended up as manager. She knows she'll have to return to work at some stage because they need the money..but she doesn't want to leave Billy. She says if she could afford it she would happily stay at home and have babies.

    At the end of the day, your children will of course find their own level...all you want is for them to be happy. A good education does give them more choices though.

    So glad to hear Neil is on the mend. I guessed he must be as you were doing quite a bit of catching up on my blog!

    xxx

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  3. I was in a convent school, founded by English nuns. Every morning I saw them prayed. I loved the school and proud of it, if we didn't speak english, they fined us 5 cents :) and yet, our English is so so lol!!

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  4. Wow, well done! Education opens so many doors, gives you a passport to find what you're good at and go for it :-)

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  5. Time spent with the children encouraging and guiding with homework is never wasted.

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  6. You're wonderfully patient, your children will thank you in the end. I touched on the subject of homeschooling a while ago as I could never do it myself but it sounds as though you are partly there already.

    CJ xx

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  7. Sorry to hear that Neil has been ill. I hope he's feeling much better. It sounds like the school system is tough but you are more than tough enough to see them through it xx

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  8. Thank you, Gaelikaa...I'm happy you like my blog enough to award it. That's my satisfaction. But I am one of those bloggers you mentioned who don't do memes (I don't have a clue what that is even) or awards...but it doesn't mean I'm not touched and grateful...thank you...

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  9. Gaelikaa!Hahaha!Thank you so much for the award and I do like this blog ....interesting.I shall put it up soon,I'm glad you thought of me for this award.Hope your son is feeling better,enjoy your weekend.

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