Sahil - First Birthday

Monday, 13 February 2017

New Work & New School

As most of people knows, I am with new job currently, doing almost the same thing with my previous company, doing business development for the company. My hubby never understand my work nature. He he.. and with new work, I becoming more busier than ever. Kind a miss my old place. I had good time there.


And Payo also had to changed to new school. Sugar coated reason : Because near by to my house, and cheaper. Uncovered sugar coated : I am not satisfied with current pre-school. Yup! its a well known, famous for their Islamic Montessori concept. I don't really know what Payo has learned so far, its seems nothing. Perhaps on the shhuuuh part to ask me quite, and recite al Fatihah half way (always start with Malikiyaumiiddi)... Other than that? Nothing. When I asked the teacher, their response 'I don't know Puan, he always like that, don't mixed around, and don't response to my question' . He is the introvert type, the most shy person in school I presumed. He needs some encouragement to talk, and socialise. And it does not happen there. I had encounter such event that makes me thinking twice, of sending Payo there. The last few event confirms my decision.

1. On the Concert day.
We reached there around 1pm plus. They provide lunch to the parents, and I thought of feeding Payo with the Nasi and Chicken I dont know what style. But the teacher keep insisted to bring Payo to the group, since they about to start, so i ended up send him at the back stage. He was crying not allow me to go, and I have to be there with him.

During that occasion, I saw this lady, heavily pregnant, looks so annoyed with the kids' noise and asked them to be quite with the most fierce face. She didn't notice me since I am wearing the same color of jubah dress like the teachers. The only different color on hijab. After sometimes I left him at the back stage, hoping that he will be fine.

After the concert, he saw me and hugs me tightly, and crying so hard, as well as angry with me because I leave him there. Then he told me he is so hungry!. He did not eat anything during the concert . From 1pm till 4.30, not even a single water. Damn it. I asked the teacher where is the food, and they pointed me at the Gardenia Bread and Mineral water, and Payo being him, don't dare to take the food, if no one tell him or entertain him. He then pointed at the bread and eat them so badly. I was crying like hell, feels so guilty and mad at the same time. Why the teacher don't feed this children, and you guys feed them with gardenia bread and mineral water for lunch? are you kidding me? They asked money for the concert, with additional pay for extra seats!And can't even afford to give proper meal to the Children? Come on.

2. Final Year Review
Payo had trauma so bad because of the concert, and he don't even want to go school after that. Crying like hell. Then I decided to join their school holidays activities, with extra money to pay. They passed me all the so called árt work' that Payo did, which I doubt it was His, coz the work still looks too neat for 4 year old. Come on guys. Parents are not that stupid. I ask about his writing, cause I don't see anything. And his class teacher promised to have 1 on 1 session with him during school break. I just waited for that, nothing happened.

 I have sense Payo became more confused with what he have learned at  that school. Before he joined the school, he knows A to Z, numbers, and if u jumble it, But now he seems to have doubt, like he is not sure anymore.

It has been 1 and 1/2 month with new school. So far he seems excited. Everytime you wake him up for school, not much tantrum. Last time, if I mentioned the word 'SCHOOL' he will cry, tak nak'  school , or 'no school'. That is his chant every morning. Stress mak. Now,  Ókay Ammi'. So excited. Telling me stories. Its not famous, or franchise or anything like that. But I feel satisified so far, hope it will last.


I am ready Ammi! Peace!

Mengintai dari jauh.. First day. Teriak gak dia.. huhu..

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