Harsh love. Not.

This book is hilarious. Thanks to Esther, I get to read this. The kind of parenting the author put through, is totally harsh. Of course, with discipline and routines, the child becomes a prodigy. But to me, this is definitely not my cup of tea.

I used to have a father who trained me like training a soldier. And it doesn't mould me, it breaks me. I end up seeing a psychologist for 2 years later on in my life. Not every child takes this shit, some gets motivated differently.

Every. Child. Is. Different.

And this makes me flash back to last 2 weeks.. Txaching in a boys school means more disciplinary issues than ever! To minimize that, they gave me the best clazs. But that doesn't mean fighting doesn't happen. It still does. Just that it only happens once a month instead of once a week. Lol..

So as usual, last week, I wanna start a new chapter. And that student D, forgot to bring his textbook again! He forgot his textbook, diary often, score zero for spelling and late submissions for homework. Out of desperation, I decided to use FEAR. I don't think nagging works, nor spanking, so let FEAR does his job.

After lessons, I asked him out and follow me. Without telling him where we are heading, I brought him to the last claxs of the cohort. In a boys' scXhool, the last clAxs is equivalent to an asylum. Here, they house this group of 15 in an aircon room, compete with glass window. It is as if they are in a fish tank. As usual, when we arrived outside the fish tank, the boys were fighting, trashing each other with broomsticks and spans. Some are banging their heads into the wall. (they did it for fun. God knows what kind of fun is that.) This place is every teaxher's nightmare. My brilliant kid D stood outside the fish tank with me, totally shock. His eyes wide opened, mouth trembling. I said ,"say hi to your new classmates. I wanna put you here." Kid D mumbled, "no.. No.. Please don't.." I replied coldly, "just like you, they don't bring textbook to schoxl, they have no hw. Isn't that a perfect place for u?"

Just then, one of the kids, who was inside the fish tank, slammed onto the glass window. His eyes were piercing at kid D, who was on the other side of the glass. The "fish" then scratched the glass like a feline. My kid D... Freaked out and teared, "no.. No.. I promise I will do my best."

There goes my story..