Things you can do on Meet the Parents Day

A rather belated post about last week.

Meet the Parents is one thing; what you do with the rest of the day, since there are no lessons and you probably took time off for the event, is another.

Guess where went? Somewhere near where you will see this sign:

And step on a drain covers that say EPB:The boy’s choice – parent-child field trip to Asian Civilisations Museum. This cute banner has probably been taken down, since the week-long International Museum Day activities are all over.So he got to see what he wanted: Buddhist, Hindu and Islamic artefacts. He’s quite into religions these days, and ACM is the best place, I think, to see all these at one go. Don’t have pictures of the main galleries, which are rather dark. My photo-taking prowess does not extend very well into dim places.

However, beside the South Asian gallery is this much brighter children’s room. They can learn about the important Hindu gods, about the life of the Buddha, about different languages of the Indian subcontinent, etc.
Then we met my friend H who invited him to this June holiday ‘camp’ at ACM. It is in conjunction with the new exhibition ‘Mobile Homes: Tents and Shelters for People on the Move’, about the nomadic peoples of Turkmen and Mongol. But alas, the camp is for children aged 10-12. It sounds fun, though – children turn up in their pyjamas and all. So whoever has children/friends/relatives, etc of the right age group, you might want to consider this. And more publicity for H and ACM: there are several other holiday activities, such as speech and drama, storytelling, dance and art and craft sessions.

Well, that was a rather enjoyable Meet the Parents day. The school part was alright. Nothing out of the ordinary. I suspect that the boy’s classroom is a converted science lab. It has a sink, for one, and it seems rather large for a regular classroom. Poor teachers, the acoustics must be tough to beat. I always thought that science labs had terrible acoustics. Well, I hope they all have a good rest these holidays, but I think many of them will be back in school rather often. Poor teachers…

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