Friday, December 29, 2006
Thursday28.12.06Of tutoring woes and holiday jobs.So, with the amount of people getting holiday jobs and all, i figured i should try make some too.
I mean, i love creatinspiration, but my earnings kinda flew away when i broke my curfew last night (or this morning if you want to be technical about it). Hey, it's NOT my fault the mrt shut down early and i missed the bus out of bedok. So anyway, the cab wasn't that bad (well, bad yes, but not THAT bad) but now mum figures i've got too much pocket money (she says that every month, plus times like this) and so she's reconfiguring my monthly allowance.
DANG.
So there goes this week's earnings into funding my christmas present shopping and the like. Then mum offers me $1/chapter to just read through with daniel. I mean, i know, it's not the most (compared to the $10/h tuition jobs or the *cough* rather larger sum some *cough* OTHER people rake up giving tuition), but it's something, and in any case (as mum reminds me) he's my brother and i should be helping him ANYWAY.
And hey, it's just a couple of chapters. No commitment, a fast buck.
WHATEVER.
Five minutes to find his chinese book.
Five minutes to persuade him in my lovely big-sister i-love-you-lots-and-am-just-trying-to-help voice with the chinese-IS-actually-fun-and-i-don't-resent-being-forced-to-go-through-it-AFTER-being-cut-free-by-olevels tone, to start reading the chapter.
Five minutes to get him to pronouce one word in the title correctly. Actually he doesn't, he pronouces the rest that he said right wrongly, but i'm fed up by now and i let it go.
Another fifteen minutes to get through the first page. With a lot of "whatever"s and mumbles and uncooperative bored voices, and NOT counting all the times he got up and walked around and stuffed his mouth with chips and fidgited.
And all this while mum is sitting (with her back to us, ignoring his obvious disinterest/rudeness/fidgiting/the like) not five feet away, and so i can't yell at him and can't lose it. Not that it would make me feel better, no.
So anyway, after a painful and torturous 45minutes, we finish and i back off in relief. It's hard to tell who's happier, but it might just be me. AND i'm fuming.
So, in the end, maybe i'm not cut out for the tutoring/teaching thing, y'know? I mean, maybe you need something like patience, and a love for kids. But boy, if you think you like those darlings in the prams strolling by you, i'll loan you my brothers for two days and then you tell me again if you like kids.
*infuriated noise*
Posted by nayrakroarual at 1:29 AM
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