Log 133
January
27, 2007
After having a check-up with my ever-since-the-world-began pediatrician (I'm already 20), I accompanied my mother to fetch my younger brother.
Jaran was late to come out. What's it this time? Well, he just climbed the high jalousy-laden windows of his classroom and danced there like a stripper. And of course, the teachers
just have to chat with my brother.
That dance was nothing much. I've seen better things during my time. It's just that in a nun-infested school like his, na-ah, that won't cut it.
Fast forward to a few minutes and we found ourselves already at my brother's homeroom. It was just he and his two teachers. Mother had to say something, just to show the impression that she is not tolerating that kind of (harmless slapstick, to me) behavior. Jaran was giggling while being scolded.
Personally, I think my brother should be seated in the front row instead of the last. But the teachers said they tried it and they just couldn't bear
with the make-faces my brother enjoys doing (I think without
malice).
A teacher being affected by make-faces? Truth is my mother and I are thinking the same thing. The teachers couldn't handle the kid. My
10-year-old brother is attention-deficit (maybe like me). Judging by his fascination with Pugad Baboy, Prison Break, House, just to name a few, I must say it is the teachers who are lacking in ingenuity in their approaches.
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No way can they
Prison Break in the
Philippines. No complicated sewerage. No sewerage even. Here, the
prisons aren't even for people.
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