This morning when I dropped my daughter off at the school, I talked with one of the school teachers. She mentioned she would not work for this school anymore. She got a new teacher job at the different school from this August. I congratulated her for her new job position and tried to leave there quickly, because I knew what would happen next.
My guess was right. She started complaining about this school on how bad the higher-ups and the management were. I knew she would say something bad about this school because the same things happened many times before. I have heard same things from other several teachers who already left this school.
Also, I have heard similar complains about this school from other students’ moms too. They complained about the school’s managements as well as the low academic level. In these two years, I know at least more than ten students who moved to another school, because the moms didn’t like this school.
I personally don’t have any complains about this school. I am okay as long as my daughter is happy and safe. I know the academic level of this school is low. This was my only concern about this school. I had tried to teach my daughter math and English, but it always ended up making my daughter cry, so I completely stop doing that.
I thought about my own elementary school days. I don’t remember about studying hard, but I do remember I played with my friends by playing baseball, dodgeball, or running around. During the summer time, we walked to the ocean. It was only 10 minutes walking from our house. We swam in the ocean without any adults’ surveillance. We explored an old and vacant house. Whenever we found a homeless man, we talked with him. My elementary school days was full of adventure.
So, after thinking back of my younger days, I decided not to worry about my daughter’s academic level at this moment. She is still small. She deserves to have fun in exploring this world. I am sure she will catch up with others whenever she has to. I believe in her understanding ability. Perhaps, my parents believed in me too, and that is why they never told me to study.
All in all, when raising children, there is no right or wrong answer. Kids are smarter than what parents think. They have the right answer for them at every time.
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