Tales of the Gutsy Tuition TeacherPart I
Once upon a time, our Hero decided to teach tuition and sought help from his fellow friends. Unfortunately he realised that you have to personally do it yourself in order to get what you want/need.
So came along his first student, let's call him 'A'. A is by far our Hero's most terrifying student. Not only did the agency not warn our Hero, they even gave him the wrong address and contact number causing our Hero to get lost and perspired lots. A is a very restless boy who goes to toilet 5-7 times per 1.5hr lesson, orders his grandparents around like maids, doesn't do homework, if he does he just simply fills up the MCQ questions by guessing, copies answers from the back of the book and denies doing it, very rude as he answers back to everyone you say or teach and his favourite phrase is "I don't know".
Our Hero's second student came along the very next week. Let's call him B. B is a very adorable kid who makes our Hero happy as he views him like a little brother. Except when they are talking about Maths. B simply doesn't remember what our Hero teaches him week in week out. Whenever asked about: "If 3 units -> $30, how much is 7 units?", B never fails to give "$30 x 7" or "$30+$7". Our Hero always cries deep down in his heart whenever that happens.
To Be Continued...
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