By the time #3 is on the cusp of starting Big School, the blinkers have fallen off with a very loud Thud.
A letter arrives addressed to Lu the other day. She opens it excitedly – she never gets letters - but when she sees what’s in it, she is most dismayed.
It’s a letter titled “Preparations for P1 2015”.
She mopes, I don’t want to go to Primary School! I don’t want the teachers to scold me, I don’t want my friends to bully me, I don’t know how to buy things from the canteen, I can’t read any Chinese Words, I can’t do any ting xie (I’m so scared!) and I DON’T WANT CHINESE TUITION BECAUSE IT’S MY LIFE!
Like the unicorn, the idea of fun learning in primary school is a myth to Lu. Because for four years she’s seen the evolving reality which I have tried, but failed to sugar-coat or dismiss. She also hears her brother going on and on about how the "stupid Singapore education system doesn't care about people who want to do sports".
Back in 2011, Day was excited about school. He thought it was going to be a Carnival. Jo, too, was excited about school in 2013 because her brother in Primary 2 was still having fun.
Lu will start on a very different note.
The good thing is (in the weird way that people are), if she expects the worst, perhaps she will end up realizing that it’s better than she thinks? And er, like it?