my daddy helps me to color my drawings.
do you remember the primary school days where you are rushing art projects, and how your parents will help you color your pieces, or mold your plasticine, or paint your Styrofoam board all green?
now if only they do that in uni..
although, in all honesty, perhaps one of the suckiest thing about studying overseas (relatively alone) is that you don't have anymore of your family helping you with your assignments and projects.
not that you're cheapening your education when you get external help, but i think sometimes as we grow up, we think that we can do it all on our own. that we no longer need the help of our parents, and that their skills are passe. it takes even more growing up from then to realise that we don't know everything and that we need help.
but yeahh, i figured they would not really be able to help, given that the field of study is so specific in these years. but just the support, and the fact that they will cook dinner for you. it's definitely more help than less.
btw, it's not cheating okay! cheating is when you make your parents steal and message you the answers to your exam paper.
so there.
adding fuel to the fire.
and during the PK Club meetings, we recount the episodes of which the P embarrasses the PK at the pulpit.
and we eat the leftovers the parents bring back from church meetings. (because pray tell, which meeting at church never ends with food? and when the pastor becomes the last few people to leave, and there are tons of refreshments left, who brings them back?)
and do a baseline survey every year to see if the proportion of PK's wanting to marry a future P increases or decreases with age.
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dad's gold at being a P. he pulled one of those counselling (empathy, negotiation, persuasion) thing on me of which i only realised after ending the conversation. sneaky one daddy!