What a long and hectic week it was! Three days in hospital, two days in school for parents’ assembly, and then a busy weekend preparing for the new school opening, I’m glad finally now, I have some moments to relax.

My son’s life in Middle school started from a 10-days military training—it is said to be the toughest one among all the others, so he came back with a pretty tanned, thinner version. There were doubts among the parents, but personally I thought it was not bad to prepare those a little spoiled kids to have a taste of the real hardship, because the middle school life won’t be easy and they really need to be mentally, physically ready for the coming battle.

The study load in Middle school has increased four times even five times than primary school but with only half of that time, and less than 50% of them could go to the high school, so what else could we expect?

The food was terrible, the living condition was awful and the training was hard. But when I heard him babbling about the friends he’d made, the money he’d saved, and how they missed home, how they sneaked out at 5:00 am to pack up, I thought it was worth it.

The school also prepared two days’ parents assembly for us to know better about its teaching staffs, its education concept and mostly important, to prepare us as the parents for the coming three years. Some doubts start to wear off.

It’s still a new school and I couldn’t shake off the nagging thought that the reason why we chose it over a private school is because of my disease. I can’t deny the fact that this choice is a relief financially.

Sometimes I kept asking myself if it is the right decision. Now I think I should place more faith in this school, in our decision, and in us.