Sunday
TUTELAGE
I have this boy tutoring under me. He likes to sing, he says, but seems to be rather tone-deaf. He says Sundays are not nice days for Mathematics, but there has never been a good day for Mathematics - that is, unless you are a mathematical fannatic, of course. Currently, this boy is sitting across from me, our National day songs in his skinny hands, and singing along with my family. This boy, he refuses to finish the last question for his decimal placing, so I will not stop typing about him until he does so. So, unless this boy wants me to stop typing about him, he had better finish that one portion of his maths homework so we can move on to his word problems. Only then, will he finish his homework.
Only then, is he allowed to sing.
Only then...
There is another boy tutoring under me. This other boy is the previous boy's older brother. This other boy does not seem to be a fanatic of singing. At least, he is quieter than his brother, and does his work. He keeps forgetting his maths formulae, though, and his favourite catch phrase for maths is, "I don't know. I forgot."
That is the one thing that the two brothers share. Both like to say, "I don't know. I forgot."
MY ASS.
I think the both of them can remember. They are just stubborn - like all boys - and only do these things to irk me.
ROAR.
End of ranting.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
