primary schoolers and the epiphany they brought
i could never understand how i got through primary and secondary school life. really.

i was just talking to my tuition kid about my having to wake up early for school and how i am getting dark rings because of it. he just looked at me, almost vindictive, and said in a quiet voice "i wake up earlier". i quipped in an embarrassed tone "yes, i know, i never knew how i got over waking up at 630am". later, when i told him i find classes at 930am early, i thought i saw all the respect he had for me seep out of his face. and for that moment, i realized i should just go for all my 930am lessons.

a few days on, i was on the bus, heading home after a long day of tuitions and ove stuffs. a few kids ran past my seat, creating a ruckus i didn't know any human being of that size could make. i looked at them, thinking of my own primary school life (which, by the way, was led in utmost innocence and silence) and the possible lack of "fun". the next moment, i found myself looking upon some mothers walking towards the ruckus. on their backs were heavy bags that those primary schoolers had thrusted onto their waiting mothers a moment ago outside their school gate.

those big bags (they looked really heavy) were carried by the mothers without any hints of complaints and they looked almost too ready to carry it for their children. well, i am not going to launch into a furore about primary schoolers being spoilt which would totally draw attention away from my point. these mothers carried those bags with such purpose and patience; that captured my attention. at that point of time, they looked absolutely angelic despite all the perspiration and eager determination to get their little monkies off the ramp of the bus. i wondered whether they knew that this load would be one of the many that they would be carrying for their children in the years to come.

primary schoolers. they bring about such nostalgia, and in this case, some epiphany.