This
past Tuesday was my last day of tutoring and I am surprised at how much I am
going to miss those kids. I will miss being their sounding board when
they want to complain about how unfair their teacher is and how overbooked they
are and how hard it is to be a privileged teenager living in the
capital of the world.
These kids were so ridiculous about 95%
of the time. Every week that I would come for their lesson they always acted
like it was such a shock that I was there. Every lesson, I would ask what we
were going to work on and they would mumble "English essay, or
whatever..." and then I would have to sit there for about seven minutes
while they searched all over for their backpack. What a waste of time. Everyone
should be as organized as I am; which I guess is why I am paid to organize
these students.
One of my students was just accepted to
a college in the Capital Region and I am so excited for me. I have this dream that we will get
together up there and become real life friends; they will seek me out for
advice as they go through the urban to suburban adjustments I have and I will
mentor them during their first year at college. However, many friends have told
me (and I do honestly know) that this is definitely not going to happen. Who
wants to hang out with their tutor? It is awkward and weird. I’m still going to
dream.
I
think the reason I am so excited about this student moving to the Capital
Region is because I will know a person who is going through the same thing that
I am in roughly the same time period. They are going to get annoyed that there
is a lack of real Chinese food like I
will, they will learn that farming is no longer a distant concept, but a real
industry that is only a few miles away and they will adjust to driving to see
their friends rather than hopping on the Q train. We will have these common
experiences and it is comforting to know that I will not be going through this “alone.”
Unrelated, but I was thinking about how
excited I am to start my life as a dog lady. I plan on devoting a significant
portion of my time to loving Evrill unconditionally. It will be a good life.
Also,
I decided that it was a good idea to sign up for a triathlon this July. That
will be hilarious. What was I thinking? This experience will be a comedy of
errors. I faked running 3.5 miles last year but I definitely cannot fake a
sprint triathlon; it’s about to get REAL.
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