Finally Letting Go
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We sent Nazzim off to a boarding school on Monday, 11 September 2006. To my alma mater. Yes, that school. The school that causes Lina to make faces every time I mention Its name.
When he was first told of the news, he was undecided. He was disappointed earlier this year when he failed to get a place in my old school but as they say, time is a great healer. He’s pretty much forgotten about it. Until I broached the subject early last week. The problem was that he was already comfortable with the old school. He has his own set of friends, busy with taekwondo etc. but he thought about it overnight, came back the next morning and told Lina and me that he wants to go.
It was hard for me to let go. Just after telling him that he got a place, I felt like telling him to forget about the whole thing and just continue going to the school that he has been going to these nine months. Lina laughed, she thought that she was the only one reconsidering the decision for she could not sleep very well for a few nights before he left.
So for the last few days in his previous schools, he has been going collecting documents, saying goodbye to his teachers and friends. His teachers were happy that he got what he wanted but there was one who was puzzled on how come he got an offer that late in the year. Simple.
- have someone who knows that there are vacancies in that school.
- have someone who is willing to do the legwork for you.
And my friend did that without asking me first, only telling me when the offer was nearly out. Could one ask for a better friend? I think not.
Nazzim’s friends were sad that he was leaving them. One said “No!!” when he broke the news to him. One girl sadly asked Nazzim, “Who is going to teach me mathematics?” I thought that was sweet. I didn’t know I had a mathematician as a son. That girl is cute but according to Nazzim, “She is just a friend lah Papa!!!” A few gave him money, yes, money!!! I think three or four of his friends gave him RM 1 each!! I think it is a tradition that I somehow don’t know about. Even his maths pupil gave him RM 1.
Sofia professes that she does not miss him. Yeah, sure. I am sure she misses the banter and skirmishes that they have every night, while doing their homework. Well, I do. Lina does. But we’ll visit him every weekend and he gets to come home the first and third weekend of every month. And if he complains about food, we’ll just rush something to him, something that he likes. Yes, we’ll spoil him but it’s OK, Section 7 (a) of the Parent Manual says we could do that sometimes. Looking to the future, I am looking forward to going to school reunions with him. That would be fun. He’s phoned me three times so far. Once to tell me to ask my friend, whose son also joined the school at the same time, to send his son back to school quickly after lunch the day they registered, for he was lonely. Then it was for me to bring more baju Melayu, more underpants and some instant noodles. And finally because he was undecided on which outfit to join for the uniformed society. Lina was a bit worried when his calls were far and few in between. I am not, for that is an indication that nothing is wrong!!!
A pleasant surprise, there was a banner at the school gate, from Kementerian Pelajaran, congratulating the school as it was chosen as “SBP Terbaik Keseluruhan 2005”. To be chosen as such out of 50 or so SBP’s, that’s really something. I think he’s in good hands, I mean, a good school.
Well, finally, goodbye little boy. Hello young man….
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We sent Nazzim off to a boarding school on Monday, 11 September 2006. To my alma mater. Yes, that school. The school that causes Lina to make faces every time I mention Its name.
When he was first told of the news, he was undecided. He was disappointed earlier this year when he failed to get a place in my old school but as they say, time is a great healer. He’s pretty much forgotten about it. Until I broached the subject early last week. The problem was that he was already comfortable with the old school. He has his own set of friends, busy with taekwondo etc. but he thought about it overnight, came back the next morning and told Lina and me that he wants to go.
It was hard for me to let go. Just after telling him that he got a place, I felt like telling him to forget about the whole thing and just continue going to the school that he has been going to these nine months. Lina laughed, she thought that she was the only one reconsidering the decision for she could not sleep very well for a few nights before he left.
So for the last few days in his previous schools, he has been going collecting documents, saying goodbye to his teachers and friends. His teachers were happy that he got what he wanted but there was one who was puzzled on how come he got an offer that late in the year. Simple.
- have someone who knows that there are vacancies in that school.
- have someone who is willing to do the legwork for you.
And my friend did that without asking me first, only telling me when the offer was nearly out. Could one ask for a better friend? I think not.
Nazzim’s friends were sad that he was leaving them. One said “No!!” when he broke the news to him. One girl sadly asked Nazzim, “Who is going to teach me mathematics?” I thought that was sweet. I didn’t know I had a mathematician as a son. That girl is cute but according to Nazzim, “She is just a friend lah Papa!!!” A few gave him money, yes, money!!! I think three or four of his friends gave him RM 1 each!! I think it is a tradition that I somehow don’t know about. Even his maths pupil gave him RM 1.
Sofia professes that she does not miss him. Yeah, sure. I am sure she misses the banter and skirmishes that they have every night, while doing their homework. Well, I do. Lina does. But we’ll visit him every weekend and he gets to come home the first and third weekend of every month. And if he complains about food, we’ll just rush something to him, something that he likes. Yes, we’ll spoil him but it’s OK, Section 7 (a) of the Parent Manual says we could do that sometimes. Looking to the future, I am looking forward to going to school reunions with him. That would be fun. He’s phoned me three times so far. Once to tell me to ask my friend, whose son also joined the school at the same time, to send his son back to school quickly after lunch the day they registered, for he was lonely. Then it was for me to bring more baju Melayu, more underpants and some instant noodles. And finally because he was undecided on which outfit to join for the uniformed society. Lina was a bit worried when his calls were far and few in between. I am not, for that is an indication that nothing is wrong!!!
A pleasant surprise, there was a banner at the school gate, from Kementerian Pelajaran, congratulating the school as it was chosen as “SBP Terbaik Keseluruhan 2005”. To be chosen as such out of 50 or so SBP’s, that’s really something. I think he’s in good hands, I mean, a good school.
Well, finally, goodbye little boy. Hello young man….
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posted by dudae_simboyo at 16:32
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