Skip to main content

The examination of life

I'm pretty sure St Peter will not be waiting at the Pearly Gates to collect copies of our children's result slips and CCA records and stuff, so why is it so hard to break free from this fixation on grades and scores? I must confess that it is so easy to drift from CA to SA to CA to SA with the mind focused more on marks than the unquantifiable things that will really count in the end, such as character, behaviour, attitude towards life, relationships with others, etc.

Some years ago, my work supervisor told me that her child missed the cut-off for a particular secondary school by 1 point and she told her child to learn a more important lesson from the experience: you don't want to stand before God and miss going to heaven by 1 point because there will be no appeals and no other heavens to apply to go to.
(By the way, please do not name any names or places if you recognise this story!)

It is something that I have to constantly make myself remember - that in the end, there is only one examination that really counts. Logically, then, our efforts should go towards that exam but I daresay many of us often pay more attention to other exams.

So I'm glad that occasionally, I am reminded to look at the bigger picture. A few days ago, the boy's classmate's mother said to me 'He (the boy) is such a caring boy!' To protect the identities of the innocent (and guilty, ha ha), I will just say that she was talking about something very sweet he did for her son and something else he has been doing for the 'oppressed' in his class. Boy, was I proud of him!

It also reminded me of another classmate's mum's praise 2 years ago, also along the lines of how he was the one who stood up for (some other) 'oppressed' classmates. It is great to hear this kind of thing about your child and it more than makes up for the (sometimes) not so great grades.

Bear Hugs often reminds me that there is a lot more to 'success' in life than good grades, which is true, of course. Hopefully, I will remember this more often as we work, in small steps, on the examination of life.

St Peter's pic from here.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

A lesson in love

I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world. -Mother Teresa Most of the time my eyes just glaze over when I see article upon article of football news. One caught my glazing eye over the weekend, though - 'De la Cruz - Mother Theresa in boots' , because of the familiar name. Mother Teresa, that is. It was the first time I’d ever heard of this de la Cruz guy, an EPL player who hails from Ecuador (GNI per capita US$2,630; as a comparison, Singapore’s is US$27, 490 – source: BBC country profiles ). His is a great story to illustrate that famous Chinese saying about not forgetting your roots. According to the article, ‘Each month a proportion of that salary (about S$150,000) Reading pay him - be it 10 per cent in January or 20 per cent in February - goes direct to the village’ (where he grew up). (Picture and profile from here ) Here's what he has been credited for: 1. 'The 2002 World Cup,' de la Cruz reflects, 'finan

True train school

‘Having eyes, but not seeing beauty; having ears, but not hearing music; having minds, but not perceiving truth; having hearts that are never moved and therefore never set on fire. These are the things to fear, said the headmaster.’ How would you like to have such a headmaster? I finally re-read (read it first as a teenager) Totto-chan, The Little Girl at the Window , a ‘school story’ by Tetsuko Kuroyanagi, translated by Dorothy Britton. Totto-chan is the name Tesuko Kuroyanagi called herself, and the book is about her life during her school days at Tomoe Gakuen. Totto-chan was expelled from her first elementary school because of her ‘disruptive’ behaviour, which included constantly opening and closing her desk top (because she was so thrilled by it), ‘vandalising’ her desk (because there wasn’t enough space on the piece of paper to draw) and standing by the classroom window waiting for street musicians to pass by or talking to swallows. Her mother, although probably alarmed about the

When the best man doesn't win

Speaking of 'sway' spurned lovers, the latest one I've come across is in Love Revolution ( only 12 episodes!), a J show I recently watched. Heroine of the story is pretty, 30-ish Smart Doctor, who is dying to fall in love and get married. She meets Aspiring Actor and Broadcast Journalist (right). She falls for Broadcast Journalist like a ton of bricks. It's obvious from the start (to the audience but not to her) that Aspiring Actor is nuts about her. But... she has fallen for Broadcast Journalist like a ton of bricks already. No doubt, Smart Doctor and Broadcast Journalist must be given credit for their love that stands the tests of time, separation and misunderstanding, but the one who loves most in the show is undoubtedly Mr Aspiring Actor. What he does/does not do because of his undying love for Smart Doctor: Y does not pursue her at first because he is still struggling to survive in this small-time drama group and he knows he doesn't have much to offer Y resp