3 hours is a very long time for a 6 y.o. to sit still, much less actually learn something.
Now and then, Beth tries to wag class.
She tries to be subtle, and no longer asks "Can I skip class today?"
"My heart hurts," she moans, hand on her chest.
Or: "My hand hurts...I can't write".
With Beth, one never knows if a trip to the doc is in order, or if she's just practising to be the next Hermione Granger.
Yesterday, she came home with a note from her teacher.
The whole page was in Chinese!
All her past school newsletters have been bilingual, so you at least have a choice of skipping the Mandarin bits and reading the (very bad) English translation.
Now, you don't even have a choice.
The school apparently wants to tighten up its image and standard, and has listed 5 suggestions for improvement.
Including: "mo xie". Remember the days we had to memorize chunks of text and regurgitate them the minute the teacher said "Start writing"?
They also want parents to sign off on each week's homework, parents to go through with the child what has been covered in class, and child to practise reading aloud the text of the day.
Where's the joy in sending my kid to class if I have to do so much?
This is as bad as being in Sg...
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