Military Boarding School, What Not To Blog

Marching Time, Hubby and the students

If I have to blog about everything that has been happening around here, then I will be bloggiing a lot more than I am blogging right now. I don’t mean those that Matthew are up to or what we ate every meal. I mean all those happening with the people around us, pertaining hubby’s job and the students under his charge, because there’s always something going on.

I have mentioned before that we live in an apartment within the campus of a military boarding school for boys. Hubby likes his job and that is to take care of 20 or more boys in their teens, who are sent here to study and whose families are far away. He takes care of them in a military fashion. Most of these students have difficulty concentrating on their studies for varied reason when they were in a traditional school, so their parents sent them here hoping that the military way of handling their kids can somehow keep them in track.

As you can imagine, most of these kids are not too willing to be here, far away from the comforts of their homes. For them there are no TVs on weekdays, strict curfew and regulations to follow, tons of school activities and very low tolerance and appropriate discipline to every bad behavior. But even with all these, boys will be boys! Somehow they still manage to keep hubby busy in a not-so-positive light. Their little mischiefs that are silly stupid and sometimes funny to heavy serious misbehavior are always dealt with. And that is when hubby’s job becomes a lot more interesting and blog worthy. Hubby doesnt’ have to tell me anything. All I need is to see a variation in his routine or a few more calls than usual to know that something’s up. Actually he very seldom tells me anything, but the little he tells me, understandably, with no details and no particulars and with my limited observation, are still - blog worthy but what I can’t blog about.

What I can blog though is that in the little interaction Matthew and I have with these students, they have been respectful to me and Matthew. Sometimes the friendly ones nod or smile and greet me and a big wave ‘Hi’ for Matthew. They open the door for us at the cafeteria. And they don’t talk as loud as when they are just with each other when Matthew and I are around.

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The photo above was taken by Lori. Lori, thanks for the cool photo!