2015年8月21日 星期五

眼光,其實需要多闊?

在為孩子考慮教育的問題。

為了讓他們能夠有一個快樂不被考試埋沒的童年,我們大部分時間考慮的都是國際學校。
本來我一直都只是希望他們可以入一家普通的國際學校就好。說到傳統學校,除非他們自己考進去,又讀得來,天生是system裡的勝利者,否則,還是不要碰比較好。名牌的國際學校的價錢,我們是一定需要家裡的幫忙的,還是幫很大的忙。所以,我一直都只是看看,沒有抱強求的心態。

老公看完了The Theory of Everything後說,他說,想像自己的小孩以後可以在那麼academic的環境裡讀書,身邊的同學都那麼的 intellectual 那該有多好。

於是,我開始也認為我們應該去認真的考慮名牌國際學校,畢竟,我們家裡的其他小孩都是讀名牌學校的。即使,我們現在正在讀的國際幼稚園也是報紙所謂的貴族學校。的確,價錢是蠻貴的,弄得我真的付錢以後每天都在看網上大家是否都對此校有很高的評價。弄得自己也神經兮兮的。

到底,為什麼要讀名牌國際學校呢?其實,問我的話,為的是fulfill那些潛規則,就是,為了那個人際網絡。你要是問我,學的東西是否真的比一般的國際學校要好好多好多到一個要付好幾百萬去讀的地步呢?其實我真的不認為是的。所以,我才會比一般人更加神經兮兮。

我本人是一個討厭潛規則的人。甚至,最近我開始問家人關於這些名牌學校的事,他們反過來問我,我不是一直都不相信這一套的嗎?

如果有留意我這幾年的改變,尤其生了孩子以後,不難發現我再也沒有發過激動的Facebook post (至少相對以前沒有那麼激動)。我害怕潛規則會傷害到我的一對寶貝。因為,其實,我不懂潛規則。我即使如何的不喜歡它,並不代表它就不存在。它存在,就會影響到我的孩子。所以,我選擇做會社會認為我應該做的事,對事情盡量緘默,保持高雅一點的姿態。告訴自己,這也是對自己好,不跟人對抗,也許生活就會容易一點。很多時候,都只post正面的事,那些叫我生氣的社會糾結,我都寫了又delete了。

我們的幼稚園其實是有小學的,只是沒有傳統的名牌國際學校那麼厲害。但是,學生很少,只有大概六十個學生。聽那些中學快要畢業的過來人說,學校太小會影響exposure,因為人家大如ESF自己就有幾家大型學校,讀書的時候就面對很多interschool的比賽和交流,大概教學經驗和資源也比較容易互相分享吧。而老牌名牌國際學校更不用講了,說明了是名牌,誰不要去跟它交流呢?

費用天價般的高昂不在話下,我的矛盾之處更在於,我害怕他們會輸給潛規則,當身邊的人大家都有很好的network的時候,我們卻落後了。害怕我沒有幫他們鋪好路。但是,我心裡面卻也不見的希望他們認識的人都是非富則貴,不希望他們做人從第一天開始就過分離地 (我知道我們很多人會認為我們的孩子如何帶都是離地的了),但是,也不要太過分。因為,那並不符合我自己的價值觀,而且,我和先生自己的戶口裡,其實並不是那麼的離地,即使家裡願意幫忙,我們也不希望孩子實際上是學校裡最窮的一個。比如說,我們家坐飛機不會坐商務客位,我們不會花一萬塊來開個生日派對,我們自己的小家庭沒有司機,等等。

掙扎了好幾個禮拜。突然,我看通了。其實,只是回到原點。就是,我只是希望他們能夠有個快樂的童年,而不希望快樂童年的代價是他們的未來。

我們的幼稚園的小學,其實並不是不好,只是規模比較小,歷史比較短。規模,可能不會是很多本地學校的父母的煩惱,但是,選擇國際學校的父母一般的目標都是希望孩子要眼光闊,面向祖國和世界,要把前路從西藏鋪到Siberia。所以,我一直都會被這些考慮纏繞著我,因為,大家都在談論這個話題。

因為學費的問題,逼使我退後了一步,把事情釐清一點。我當然也希望他們的眼光要闊,但是,我本人並不認為重點是外在的因素,而是,他們對學問和知識的追求。我希望什麼呢?我希望他們的心不要離開家裡。我希望他們可以愛上讀書,對知識有一份渴望的心。我希望他們找到自己的興趣和長處,並專心發展自己的興趣,只要為自己的決定和基本生活負責。我希望,他們能夠找到屬於自己的人生。而這一切,是否需要很很很闊的眼光呢?是的,他需要回憶,回憶包括人,但是人不需要多,需要愛,需要關心,生命裡需要遇上一兩個好的老師去啟蒙他們。這,就是我認為多姿多彩的人生。

為什麼需要錢?因為,我們需要quality of life。那 quality of life 是什麼呢?是基本生活無憂,有房子,有適量的空間,有溫飽,有偶爾可以吃爽一點的零錢。如果,基本生活已經安頓下來了,再追求的奢華是否意味著quality of life的進一步提升呢?是,也不是。你如果問自己心底裡最希望就是要豪豪豪,那當然於你來說 quality of life 就是再給我豪華一點。而,這也是社會上大部分人給予生活素質的definition。但是,其實你如果把眼睛睜開一點,quality of life更多時來自免於恐懼和不安,也所以,禱告的時候我們老是會說,希望神能夠給予我平安和喜樂,而不是給我一張中獎的彩票。這包括,能夠找到自己的內心,能夠享受父母給你的教育,享受教育給你的知識,享受一種追求的過程。你不需要因為你家裡的經濟環境和名聲而不敢說或做任何一個free soul可以做的事。包括,發表一些與別人不同的意見。你和你的家人有真實美好的關係,對童年有美好的回憶,而這些美好的回憶將會是你以後做人的基石,使得你成為一個有安全感的人,一個懂得愛的人。

你要是問我,傳統的本地學校能夠給予孩子這種童年和未來嗎?我會回答你,我覺得比較難。因為,你不可能完全不理會學校的考試測驗,孩子被一把錯誤的尺來量度,那本是如何殘忍的事?但是,這個童年和未來,是否需要名牌國際學校呢?其實又好像並不需要。

又好些希望把孩子送去讀國際學校的人,都會認為其中一個好處是可以認識很多外國同學。認識外國的人,是否就代表著眼光會很闊呢?我認為,一個不論國族,願意聆聽和懂得接納別人的人,才能夠有闊的眼光。也因此,傳統學校也會教出比國際學校更有視野的學生。

讓自己把煩惱沈澱。看清了,其實,我一直追求的並不是所謂的國際不國際的學校,而是,一所有心和有能力辦學,尊重孩子的童年的學校。僅此而已。

孩子,闊的眼光代表著你需要從香港看到自己在英國的未來嗎?媽媽認為,闊的眼光是從能夠看到自己的短處丶 長處 ,找到自己的興趣和熱情開始的。

最後,當媽的,其實,也自私的希望,你們在找到你們的人生的同時,也永遠愛爸爸和媽媽。

2015年8月16日 星期日

For some reason, I just don't feel like sharing my inner thoughts with anyone I know anymore. There were times, when I used xanga, I am happy that there are actually people who know about the inner me. I want to display my inner me and if people still like that side of me I feel secured. I am now a even more inconfident person now, I do not want to let anyone know about the inner me. I don't believe that anyone would actually appreciate that side of me. I am alone. I am lonely. I have no friends. I have no one who truly understand me. I have got more acquaintances but you have got less friends. This is life, after you have grown up.

2015年8月15日 星期六

Painful soul

有靈魂的人是痛苦的,但只有在你痛苦的時候你才意識到自己靈魂的存在。

On Wealth.

There are times, I can't explain why would I choose to conform to values that I do not agree to. As if, if I can't win within the system which I myself despise, I am no better than the system itself. The last time I was genuinely proud of myself was when I received the acceptence letter from University of Toronto. The last last time, was, when I received a phone call from MingPao telling me that I have got the job offer. That was a system which I consider fair, I know I am winning it all by myself. I know I can achieve more, as long as I continue to strive for a better version of myself. Even though I might not be rich, yet, I was earning my own living and I know that there is a way out of the limbo. Since my return to asia, married to a rich family, I begins to feel quite empty inside. The confirmation given by the society due to my monetary status allows me to escape from the constant struggle of my self-esteem, which I had to deal with quite frequently before. However, as time goes by, the lack of such struggle have turned me into an ignorant person. A person who cannot touch her soul anymore. A person who doesn't know her own evil side. A person who doesn't question her soul any longer. A person who do not seek for God anymore. Eventually, a person becomes a only a body, who merely exist, yet is no longer alive. 
I wish, to remain silent. To stop living on an online world. To find the inner me, and live with it, and only with it. I wish to use the internet only for information without the display of one's ego and pride. I wish to question the devil inside myself more often, get to live with her and be with her. God, please give me strength. 

2009年4月3日 星期五

THE READER: my undefined feelings


Finally, I've watched The Reader.
I think words are too superficial to praise, when a work is bigger than words which cannot confine the appraisal that it means.
Why is it not the best movie in Oscar?
Perhaps, a recognition means nothing to a great piece, it reputes only a common consent of a group of "matter or not" hypocrites.

A professor of mine said this in his lectures -- a work that you find yourself incapable to analyze it fully, yet, you feel loving it as if for no single reason, it must then be a great piece of literature. At least, to one person, it is. The last sentence is what I added to avoid offenders intruding my belief.

I am trying to review and "de-fragment" and hopefully, re-experience the movie, and the feeling that I had during watching. I love her honesty, yes, very much. I love the author's honesty, on human nature, on sin, on justice, on the ambiguousness of sin, of justice, of the rights and wrongs, on history. I used to be a radical member of life, of society, yet, it brings you nowhere, it offers no resolution. You make sense of the whole world by understand yourself, quietly, not radically. This is why I like the film. It is quiet, like how life really is, when we take it as naked as it is actually. I love it when he recites Homer, I love it when he recites Goethe, and some that I've never heard of. I love the classroom, it looks like that one that I had when I was in University. I had my SOC200Y class there, and then we moved, to a new building, I can't remember exactly why, Oh, it was because there weren't any air conditioning, and it was a summer course, I remember, my professor's name, Andrew McKinnon, and my tutor's name, George with a weird last name, and he speaks with a funny Spanish like accent. I realize how one actually hide her memory in a slot of her head, which she cannot find it when she was looking for it so hard, but then it just oneday emerge to the surface, but then, it might sink back to the lost world again. I realize that, age has been coming to me as if it matter lately, and it really frightens me. Let's go back to the movie, yes, it was the classroom. You see that guy with pimples on his face, the student who first said the trial was interesting? He was so eager to make a speech of his own opinion. You see, shit people is everywhere. If he had a chance to be the guards, I bet, even with his education, he will not unlock the door, deliberately, not because he doesn't get in touch with his conscience, but out of his freewill, he will love to see others being tortured so he feels good about him having the power above everyone else. And the court, those women who falsely accused Hana. I bet they must be good mother at home, with the knitting that they do. And there are silent torture, that doesn't get defined by law, like Michael's father. And how about his sister? She just hated him and want to see him being punished. That's the darkside within us, everyone of us. When we dare to peel the heart of man like an onion, you'll find it all rotten and stink. It doesn't only makes you cry, it makes you puke.

There are more that I want to say, but, there are none that I can express. I hope, it doesn't hide itself in the secret slot inside my head, where I cannot find it ever again. I hope to remember, please, aging, stop killing my memory.