Have we ever asked ourselves what our children learnt in school? I remembered when I was still in the school bench, where my innocence is still intact and kissing a girl is the most gross thing one could ever do, back then lessons are simple arithmetics and calculations were '1+1 = 2 or 11' depending on how you looked at it. Homework is a quick half an hour browse through my notes and revision books and the next few hours is an outdoor learning experience of catching spider and butterflies and football with neighbourhood friends.
I spent more time in the classroom of life and adventure with the open fields as my backyard and the sky my ceilings rather than the classroom of books and lectures. It has been several years since my eyes lay itself on a book and the last attempt that I had in trying to help my dear nephew in his homework sent me running for two tablets of extra strong penicillin just to rid the headache spell away. That was my first and last attempt to ever help him with his homework.
My friend forwarded me an email about some of the work that our students produced in school and I can't help it but burst into laughter at the answers that were provided. Though it may seems silly at first glance, but if you were to see the questions through the eyes of the innocence, I supposed my answer would be not too dissimilar then the one that was provided.
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