Being Classmates with My Son

Having someone you know in the class, it helps you, learn better, because the two of you can discuss together, and help each other understand the course materials you couldn’t quite understand yet, translated…

My son worked for a couple of years as a security guard, one day he’d suddenly told me, “Mom, I’m going to quit my job, and take the national exams!”

As I’d heard, I was, more than, ecstatic! I thought of the news reports of how the security guards got beaten to death, and how his coworkers had recently been injured on the job, had several stitches, I’d, given him my blessing, in my words, as through my actions, I’d, signed him up for the prep courses.

a father and a daughter taking the same graduate courses together, photo from online

 

My plans of life was to take twenty basic law courses first, and my son’s test was also, related to, law enforcement, and, we’d, both signed up for the penal law course, and, became classmates in the credited courses.

There was, another father-and-son pair in the penal law course, the two of them always sat on the first row, they’d taken the class very seriously. Although the father was older, he was, the student who’d, asked the most number of questions each class period. And, although I’d, audited a whole year’s worth of law courses, and earned nearly ten hours of credits, and listened closely in class, but, I have limited memory capacity, and can only, record the class sessions to get the key points, thinking I’ll, listen to the recordings often, to make up for the lacking of my memories. My son is shy in nature, had set at the last row in class, and, although, he’d not missed a single class, he’d not had any prior knowledge of the law, and, it’s hard for me to know, how much of the lectures he’d actually, understood.

Before this class was over, the former manager of his work called him up, wanting him to return back to the job. Because there’s a lack of workers, he’d promised, that my son could, set up his work schedule according to his classes, that maybe, he could, study the course material during his breaks from work. Although, I’d, told him he should, just, study hard, and prepare for the exams, but he’d, decided, to return back to work.

When he’d gone to his new workplace, turned out, his new manager was, also, a veteran in taking the national exams, and learned of his situation, he’d, started zooming in on my son, to make sure he was, hitting the books. As he’d stopped going to work, stayed at home to prepare for the exams, he’d often, gotten sidetracked, and, as he’d returned back to the workforce, his manager is, making sure he was, studying like he’s supposed to, he’d, made more progresses in his studies, compared to when he was at home doing it on his own.

Being classmates with my sons had many perks, once I couldn’t make it to class, and I’d asked him to record the lectures, and we can, discuss with one another on the cases, or things we can’t, quite understand. The finals of that penal code class, surely enough, the father-son pair made the highest grades, that father scored a 95, it’s truly, impressive. My son and I, scored, toward the bottom, but the professor was kind enough, gave me a final grade of eighty-one, but I know we didn’t work, hard enough, every day, we’d still, snuck in those Japanese soaps and comic books, we should, take from the father-son pair in our class, follow their, leads in studying hard.

As I’d, introspected over how I’d not worked, hard enough in class, I’d wanted to, tell my son, who’s, focused on his career, who’d, put in more energy, “Classmate, keep working at it!”

And so, this is the perks of having someone there with you in class, the two of you can discuss things you don’t quite understand together, help one another learn better, that’s what happened, to the father-and-son pair in the class, and the writer used them as a role model.

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