A day with the Preppy
Written on 29 February 2020
After a long break, I returned to the Prep class again on Tuesday 24 February, I arrived just about 5 minutes early, and the door of the single storey building to the classrooms was closed, but not locked.
There was a long queue of students accompanied by their parents. I think the parents were just as eager to get in the building than the students.
I opened the door of the building which housed several classrooms. Class teacher Mrs G had not arrived yet; so I roamed round and checked out what were on the display boards and on the wall in the classroom.
Mrs G arrived, and opened the door for the anxious parents and students to come in. Overall, they were were well behaved; the cute children walked in a single file but some were holding on to their parents. Surprisingly, none was in tears.
The noise of the excited students and the parents broke the silence. Many parents spoke with the children in Mandarin, while the rest in English. The parents helped the kiddies’ to locate their respective cubical storage to put away their bags and lunch boxes.
There were hardly any Caucasian students, about 10% of the total class enrolment.
Mrs G introduced me to the young students, and they would addressed me as Mr Chan from then on.
The students learn the phonic pronunciation. That is not something I am in favour of.
Thank you for reading.
After a long break, I returned to the Prep class again on Tuesday 24 February, I arrived just about 5 minutes early, and the door of the single storey building to the classrooms was closed, but not locked.
There was a long queue of students accompanied by their parents. I think the parents were just as eager to get in the building than the students.
I opened the door of the building which housed several classrooms. Class teacher Mrs G had not arrived yet; so I roamed round and checked out what were on the display boards and on the wall in the classroom.
Mrs G arrived, and opened the door for the anxious parents and students to come in. Overall, they were were well behaved; the cute children walked in a single file but some were holding on to their parents. Surprisingly, none was in tears.
The noise of the excited students and the parents broke the silence. Many parents spoke with the children in Mandarin, while the rest in English. The parents helped the kiddies’ to locate their respective cubical storage to put away their bags and lunch boxes.
There were hardly any Caucasian students, about 10% of the total class enrolment.
Mrs G introduced me to the young students, and they would addressed me as Mr Chan from then on.
The students learn the phonic pronunciation. That is not something I am in favour of.
Thank you for reading.
