virtualberta

Drats. It was raining again this morning. Moving on, last night on my way to pick up some items that Karen had brought back from the States to me, I was appropriately horrified last night to find a bus full of pre-teens at 10:30pm. At least, I thought they were pre-teens (my Lord! I just realized I've been out of high school for eight years!). Well, whether they were pre-teens or teenagers, they should've been already at home, not on the bus going home from cram school. This is a culture that puts too much focus on cramming and rote memorization.