Children, what do you think of them? Are they angels? Are they devils in disguise?

My brother just started his primary education, and other than making sure he can fit in properly, we also saw (or stumble upon) the various incidents created by those little children that really challenge the teacher’s limit of patience.

A young boy was punished to stand outside the classroom for whatever mischief he committed, the teacher was scolding him, and he has that type of expression which says: “I’m not bothered by you.” Obviously, rebels are not just limited to teenagers, little children are also huge rebels! I remember when I am in primary six, our teacher also made a boy stand outside the classroom, and when he did so (wearing a very glum expression), my teacher got mad all over again. Reason: she expect him to resist standing outside, because it is something very humiliating for someone at the age of 12. I’m pretty much thinking that the teacher is being very unreasonable, the typical traditional Chinese education trains us to obey without questions, but now she expect that boy to defy her orders?



During the first day of school, parents will normally keep their children company in school. However, if work calls, they would of course have to leave for a short while, and the child will have to stay put in school. This is what happened to the mother of a boy in my brother’s class, but the boy didn’t stay in school like any normal kid would (remember, school had not ended yet). He promptly packed all his stuff and followed behind his mother. His classmates reported it to the teacher; the teacher dashed out after that boy, and caught him back by pulling his ear. The boy was of mad about it, and he start hitting the table. I don’t know what the teacher did after that, she might ignore the boy’s antics. After all, do you still have the stamina to shut a rebelling child up after chasing after him earlier?



Little girls are equally mischievous. The school bell had ring, it is time to go home. Two little girls took off their shoes and socks (for what reason I don’t know), the teacher ordered them to put them back on, they showed their teachers their stinky socks.

And last but not least, children love making noise. I fetched my brother back from school one day instead of letting him take the school bus. I have to inform the bus driver so that he wouldn’t think he lost one of the little ducklings, but I couldn’t find him. I asked the little children on the bus about the driver’s whereabouts, they are very helpful, they start calling the driver: “Uncle! Uncle!” But they have no idea where the driver is. Still, they continued calling, as if they call long enough, the driver will hear their shouts and appear. I asked my brother to ask his friends to inform the uncle about his absence instead, but the little children are too busy with their shouting, so they didn’t hear him. I’m pretty much laughing silently at their antics, especially when my brother is yelling his lungs out to attract his friends attention, and his friends were yelling their lungs out to call for a absent bus driver.

Considering how I write about these little children, people would probably start thinking do I have a grudge against these brats. It is quite true that at times I am grinding my teeth about their mischief (I have two very young brother and sister), but at the end of the day when they start displaying their innocence, you can’t help but just smile and forgive them. We are also children once, after all.