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Wednesday, August 19

So I had just went through the first scary day as an English tuition teacher, and boy was I nervous!

I was fretting from the day I got the assignment, to the minute I travelled to my student's place, right down to the very minute I sat down to teach! Nervous, nervous, nervous.

Well, it didn't turn out quite so bad I think, though I have moved on to worrying about her grades. You see, I was born a worry-wart. But oh dear, she was totally not what I have expected.

Firstly, I thought it was a chubby little dude who simply cannot do his work without supervision - so I prepared chocolates and sweets and lots of homework.

What happened instead, was me sitting beside a little girl who is mostly okay with homework. And seems to avoid candy like the plague. [I sure hope this is not early dieting!]

And what hit me the most was, she's a Singaporean bred in Shanghai. And she loves sports. Me? I avoid Mandarin mostly, and I dislike sports generally.

A challenge, oui?

My plan [yups, I am also a natural planner. Or so I tell myself whenever I reach for a pen to jot down lists and lists.] is to... well, get assessments.

Only now do I understand how Mrs Vijay must have felt when faced with a class as uneager to learn as they are anxious for the end of school bell. We must have seem completely illiterate compared to her English Masters, and yet she has to teach us.

As I have to teach.

Now I wonder how many of us actually reads and appreciate the poem she wrote for us.

P.S. Weyzi, thanks for the good luck texts! =D SC too! (= I might have faint without them. Or maybe not... but they were great nevertheless.

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