it has been a daily routine, where at 1.30pm when the bell rings,
students (and teachers) rush out of the classrooms.
students will either make their way to the canteen or the school bus bay, and teachers will glide their way to the staff room to meet long lost colleagues that they havent met for the past two hours.

and the thought-sharing session starts.

herman and i teach the same primary 4 class.
he teaches maths and english while i teach malay.
so we tell each other stories on the same batch of students.

a few days back, the primary 4 and 5 classes had their camp briefing in the hall.
they were elated over the camp - sleepovers, night walks and of course, the campfire night.

have you guys been on a camp?
where there'll be a big campfire in the middle and campers start to hold hand and sing camp songs?

for those who havent, here's a rough idea of how a campfire is supposed to look like:



yes, big BIIIIGGGGGGG fire.
during the briefing, the kiddos were reminded that it will not be some small-barbeque-by-the-beach-fire where you can panggang your sausages and prawns.

and then this kid, called ramdhan, asked herman an interesting question.



"mr herman ah? i can bring my own marshmallows or not?"



i can visualise herman putting ramdhan through a stick like the picture aforementioned.

and i feel like squeezing ramdhan until his jucies come out. so cute la he.