Boooooy! You CANNOT talk in class!

(Edited on 17th Feb, the sucky working day right after the Chinese New Year, tart chomping, melon seed biting LONG weekend! Son, who's one of my little bosses at home, thinks I'm nuts to be posting about HIS school antics when HIS teachers might be reading my posts. He thinks they will 'straight away know' who I am talking about. BAH! So unfortunately, it's either I hold on to what thread of 'integrity' I have left as a mother blogger or be fired as his mother. Yes, of course, I had to cling on to the latter. It's tough economic times, you know. Therefore, I do solemnly declare this day that the original post will be so heavily edited that it's no longer funny or making sense. It's a sad day for mother bloggers of secondary school children! Some lucky people did get to read the original post. Lucky you then, you've started the new Tiger Year on the right foot, I mean, paw!)

One morning, as soon as a boy had stepped into Mrs XYZ's class, he had to leave the class for some duties in another part of the school. He specifically told Mrs XYZ what his name was and to please note that he was NOT absent but that he would only be stepping out of the class to perform some other duties for a few minutes.

Boy came back and she looked at him blankly and asked, 'Boy! Who are you?'.
Exasperated, he said, 'I'M THE BOY WHO TOLD YOU I'D BE LEAVING THE CLASS FOR A WHILE AND TO NOT MARK ME ABSENT?'
Mrs XZY still stares at him blankly then says, 'Oh, oh oh yeah. But I've already marked you absent.'
Then he realised that Mrs XYZ had indeed marked him as absent in the class register.

On another day, Mrs XYZ was one of two teachers in class. The other teacher asked a question and the boy's classmate put up his hand and called out the answer.

Immediately, Mrs XYZ said to the boy's classmate, 'Booooy!!! You cannot talk in class!!!'.
Boy's classmate goes, 'But.......I'm trying to answer....'.
Mrs XYZ is adamant. 'You CANNOT talk in class!!!'.

Boy's classmate rolls eyes at boy and mouths some unfathomable words (I can only guess what).

Ha ha ha.....school! Such fun!

(So there you have it, the above is the version of the original story, edited so 'heavily' so you would not think it's a story of my son and his school. Muaahahahah....sorry, I can't help myself. I'm so going to get it from him!)

(Here's the boy when he was 3 at our home in 1, Duke Street, Seletar Airbase. Skate scooters were the rage back then and he just had to get one. He was scooting around like nobody's business. Shortly after this, he also learnt to ride a two-wheeler bike. I say this just to demonstrate how life at Seletar Airbase was a year round 'kampong' education for us)