ive been tutoring people, and tutoring is actually harder than i thought. FOR EXAMPLE,
Pearlyn: Romeo*, please write me a nicer conclusion to this composition you have written me.
Romeo: relunctantly O..k. 'In the end, the robber took out a gun, killed the owner of the shop, and there was so much blood that nobody wanted to clean it up. Because of that, nobody bought over the shop. Finally, a new woman came and bought over the shop, but the shop was haunted by the previous owner. The new owner then killed herself with the same gun she found on the floor of the shop, and she died. The end.'
Pearlyn: Romeo, do you have a less violent ending?
Romeo: Ok, the new owner shot herself, but she did not die. However, she went bankrupt, because nobody wanted to come to her store with all the blood.
Pearlyn: Do you think you should talk about ghosts in your composition?
Romeo: Yes, we MUST.
*Name has been changed to protect the privacy of said client.
sigh. i was actually trying not to laugh, because i had to be a serious tutor.
i also told him to prepare a weekly journal.
Romeo: Nothing special happened to talk about.
Pearlyn: Make something up.
Romeo: You want me to LIE??
Pearlyn: NO!
Romeo: You just said that.
Pearlyn: I meant that you should use your imagination to create something.
Romeo: Ohhhhh.
Pearlyn: PHEW.
Romeo: Ok, i will talk about the science centre.
Pearlyn: That will be fantastic!
Romeo: I will write this. 'One day, my family went to the science centre. My father was being a busybody, so he touched a dinosaur display. He got eletrocuted! KABOOM! We had to leave the science centre.'
Pearlyn: Speechless
what a morbid generation.
however, im trying to channel romeo's malicious intent into something positive, because the boy is just so CREATIVE. and he reminds me a bit of...myself. in some ways.
not that i think that im creative, im more of a whackpot, looking at my past english essays, teachers must have thought that i had such a traumatised childhood. ah bah recently reminded me of some of my more illustrious essays, like this roald dahl story we had to continue. we titled our continuation, "For I Am Just A Lizard On The Wall".
enough said.
she who must not be named was obviously trying her best to appear like she enjoyed our essay, but her organs were obviously steaming inside. she asked everybody to vote for their favourite essay, and everybody voted for ours. she then, in the guise of being cheerful, BANNED our essay from being a choice to vote for. ooooh, a stab thru the heart.
and in sec 1 i wrote this essay for he who must not be named. something about what i wished for about school. i wrote a grandly ambitious essay about having travellators (how do you spell it?) all over the school, and there would also be a Bag-a-lator right next to the school gate, for students to dump their bags on so that they need not carry their things around (my bag was strangely HEAVY in sec 1, hence my fondest wish to have a Bag-a-lator). and then i wrote about how it was important to get on the right travellator, because we might zoom past our stop if we got onto the wrong one.
he who must not be named ought to be proud with this breakthru in advanced technology that i had concocted in my head at the age of 13, and set about to support me in pursuing my dreams. because if it all worked out, i might have considered sharing my profits with him.
he was also very mad when i wrote him an essay giving "emily" directions to parkway from tk. we had just learnt how to give directions clearly, so he wanted us to apply what we had learnt. i wrote a crystal clear passage that ought to be published on the first page of our street directories, because it was so informative. he was upset that i gave more details than i needed to, like how "emily" would have to walk slowly from the side gate of tk to the bus stop because she might fall into a drain. and then i had NO IDEA that he who must not be named wanted "emily" to take the bus, my idea was for "emily" to walk instead, since it is obviously more environmentally-friendly. in my essay, "emily" would have to wait at the bus stop for bus number 31 or 76 and at the same time, avoid all the noisy tkss people infiltrating into our tk bus stop. these are HELPFUL guidelines, based on my personal experience.
whichever bus comes first, "emily" would have to jog behind the bus until she spots parkway in sight. now i dont know what he who must not be named was so furious about, "emily" would be one less person taking up unnecessary space on the bus, and it would be a good way to keep fit.
on a more pleasant note, barca lost last night. to espanyol, how sensational. atleti would be playing tonight against celta, so it will be fernando against jorge, two ex-bext friends playing against each other. a depressing thought, because they were so interesting together in atleti, but fate dealt a cruel blow when jorge was kicked out.
sigh.
in another depressing turn, cable will be broadcasting THE HANDMAID'S TALE, the movie version of what we did for the a's. we watched it before, in LT2, walker chose such an enormous location because he had this vision that the whole school population would turn up for the screening. he prolly missed the fact that even his lit students were reluctant to go, what a miserable fact. it turned out to be pretty good actually, but it trivialised details from the book. but then again amanda and i spent most of the movie eating, much to walker's unhappiness. i apologize for my actions really, my stomach feeds on anything. i'd go to a jungle, look at cobwebs and still feel hungry.
so samantha, when will you be free to have dinner? just holler, and i will check my calendar.
i will leave now. we are playing scrabble, and i can multi-task no longer.
signed,
sincerely, me
pearlyn torres
oh, here's something to make people feel good about life.
fernando and...pernia, i think. now i know why spain did so badly in the world cup, since all aragones ever did was make them play peekaboo with each other.
