Her First Exams
Until
this year, my 8 yo daughter used to have monthly tests (and no exams). You’d
think she’d have been happy with that state of affairs, but no. “Kids with
exams get study holidays”, she’d whine, “I don’t”. This year she got her wish:
exams and study holidays. Little did she realize it also meant a lot of
studying. A lot. Be careful what you wish
for, kiddo, it might come true.
And
boy, has it been brutal. For her and me
both. The school had helpfully put out sample exam papers, and like any
true blood Indian parent, I too had forced her to take it. Then there was the
increased content to learn, far more than what she was used to in her monthly
cycles. And last, but not least, she learnt to her dismay that study holidays
are for, er, studying.
As you
can imagine, my daughter was soon sick of “so much studying”. On weekdays, on
weekends, on study holidays. And
since I was the one tormenting her, we had many exchanges during that period:
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“Why
do you
care so much about my marks?”, she whined. Because
that’s what parents do.
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“Studies,
studies, studies. Always making me study. I’m just a kid, let me go and play.” She sure knows to play the I-am-a-kid card.
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“Why
do you send me to school if you plan to make me study at home as well? I’ll
study at home or at school, not both. Pick one.” You wish, kiddo.
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I
tried to get her to abandon all hope, pointing out this was how life was going
to be for the next 13 years. She was horrified. But it registered:
a)
“You
said 13 more years, but since you lie about many things, it must be 20 years,
right?”, she asked angrily days later. That
one’s on you, baby. It’s 13 years if you do engineering, and endless if you
take up medicine. Choose wisely.
b)
While
reading the Harry Potter book where
the evil Lord Voldemort rises again after ages, she saw these lines he told his
followers:
“Welcome, Death
Eaters. Thirteen years, thirteen years since last we met.”
She pounced on that part, saying, “Yes, I
know what he must have felt. 13 years. The same period I have to keep
studying!”. Yes, you do share a lot with
the Dark Lord, munchkin. You’re such a fan that you even changed the wallpaper
on the home laptop to a pic of He Who Must Not be Named.
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She
even tried to wriggle out of some subjects altogether. “I won’t study
Computers. I heard only Maths is important.” Nice try.
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Finally,
in exasperation, she asked, “Why doesn’t your office send you to China?”
After
such an extended war of attrition, she comes home after the exam, and
announces, “I couldn’t answer some of the questions. And it’s all your fault:
you didn’t teach me properly”. Damned if
you, damned if you don’t: the cross every parent has to bear.
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