I was smiling from ear to ear when I saw these last Saturday…
Too cute for words?
As a father to a preschooler, I cannot help but imagine how those innocent little hands molded these amazing creation. Impressive, isn’t it?
I and my 2 senior colleagues found these stuffs in one corner of the school we visited last weekend.
We were hunting for possible school for our kids here in Penang; for Gabby’s first year in Primary (or Elementary), and Primary and Secondary levels for the children of my colleagues. (FYI, our son is finishing his last year in Preschool and is about to enter Grade 1).
From our respective places in Butterworth, we took an early bus trip and met up at the ferry waiting area at 8AM. Oh yes, if you’ve been following this blog for sometime now, you know that we’re now used in crossing the sea via ferry for 12 minutes if we want to have a life go to the island where everything is.
Let’s put it this way –Malls, tons of restaurants, hawkers and eateries, Tina’s future work site and school for kids and other establishments are all located in the Island. So I’m afraid we have to live in the Island after my contract with our condo in Butterworth expires on August. Everything is still on a planning stage and we’re still keeping our options open, hopes sky high! 
Who would not want his kid to study in this conducive for learning environment?
Because the school is located inside a seminary-retreat house and situated on hilly parts of Tanjung Bungah, it reminds me of Ateneo campus in Quezon City and Calleruega in Tagaytay…
So we inquired about details of intake (enrollment), uniforms, provision of service bus, medium of instruction (English for it’s a private school for foreigners), extracurricular activities (oh there’s a lot –from swimming, table tennis, musical plays, football, camping, family day, learning to play musical instruments) and of course, school fees…
Expectedly, we were given figures way beyond mediocrity and possibly at par with standards of teaching, location, and whatnot.
I recall, I had a deep long sigh and thought, “Kakayanin ba namin ni Tina?”
And just before I utter a word, the male senior colleague who have already raised professionals told me, “Ayos lang iyan; ikaw nga nag-uumpisa ka pa lang (magpaaral)…” I sensed the reality of my parenthood in his statement.
Enough with the money matters. If it God’s will for Gabby to study there, then it shall be done. If it’s not, then we know, there’s a better plan.
I know Gabby will like these desktops…
Kids enrolled here get to learn their swimming lessons from the nearby Penang Chinese Swimming Club and other sports like football from their enormous playing field…
Apparently, kids here are taught more than what’s written on books…
Check out the school’s web page, they just staged Wizard of Oz production involving all their students. –>Sri Pelita. Faith.Hope.Charity
“Education costs money, but then so does ignorance.”
– Sir Claus Moser
It would take a lot of money to send our son to this private school, which is already considered reasonably priced compared to others we scouted. But we only have 2 options –(1) Send Gabby to this school and work, work, work or (2) Leave Gabby to my relatives in Pinas for him to continue his studies there as (Tina and) I work here in Penang.
The second option is rather painful.
As much as possible, Tina and I want to be with Gabby during his formative years. It’s so hard for any parent to miss the growing years of his kid.
If you are in our shoes, how would you come up with a critical decision?
C’mmon, educate me, please.
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OPINION COUNTS…