Giving tuition has never been one of the things I would be enthusiatic about. I try my best to shun away from anyone who offers tuition assignments to me either by saying that I don’t have the time or by asking for exorbidant rates. And mind you, I delivered the goods when I did it for free for Edwin and Luke and so I would do a better job if paid.
Perhaps it’s the expectations that parents put on you, thinking that you’ll be able to work a miracle within a short period of time or maybe it’s because I think that tuition is all about drill-and-practice, something that I don’t really like to do.
It all started when Isaac called me. He doesn’t usually call me but when he does, I know that it’s always because he has a favour to ask. And yes, he asked me if I could take on a Maths tuition assignment. This time, however, was different. You see, the student is actually a part of an outreach programme organised by one of the cell leaders in church and Isaac doesn’t really want to outsource tutors beyond the four walls of the church. Being me, I couldn’t find a good reason to refuse so I just quoted him a rate and prayed hard that the parents would look for someone else.
Lo and behold, the mother agreed to the price and reality just struck me. I forgot to ask Isaac about the student’s standard and background and by the time I asked Isaac, I suddenly realised that the kid was in Secondary 3 and studying in Raffles Institution. I must say that I’m totally clueless with regards to what goes on in the building. The only thing I know about RI is only from the interactions I have with Andrew and my cousin. Curriculum-wise, it’s zero. And it didn’t help that I always have a stereotypical impression of an RI boy and Andrew can vouch for that because he’s been through countless bashings = X
Okay, I repent and I love what Andrew says about stuff and I like him as a friend. Let’s get back to main story. This boy, let’s call him H^2, didn’t really give me a good impression when I first conversed with him over the phone but I was still determined to do what I was supposed to do. After all, you get paid so you have to deliver the good by hook or by crook.
Our first meeting wasn’t exactly what anyone would expect. He couldn’t recognise me because he had a stereotypical impression about Maths teachers. Yeah yeah, boring, bespectacled, etc. but I didn’t fall within his framework. I almost took that as a compliment but I realised that his tone was a bit off to be complementing me. So I just played his game by telling him that he didn’t fall into my framework of an RI student as well and when he questioned on how RI students should look like, I told him, “Exactly what you thought about Maths teachers!”
But anyway, we got along pretty well and I’m thankful to God that I’ve made a relatively good impression. Isaac commented that H^2 and his mum were rather satisfied with what they have gotten. H^2, nonetheless, was still pretty weak in Mathematics and so we had intensive Maths sessions together for the past week and certain weird things just occured. For example, we had a Cold War that made us communicate via pen and paper because I told him not to talk too much and he just refused to open his mouth until I just lowered my pride to admit defeat.
To cut the long story short, I’m thankful that we’re getting along better and I’m actually seeing my younger self in him. The things that I used to do are all reflected in his behaviour and frankly speaking, I think I’m dealing with myself. But I’m a person who likes to work with discomfort so I welcome this challenge and it’s been rewarding so far (besides the money of course). I’ve changed my skewed perception of RI boys and learnt how to deal with supposedly higher-ability students. The first thing I learnt was to be more responsible when I set challenging questions to my students because I never expected that H^2′s mum would be so worried that her son couldn’t complete my questions that she called me in less than 24 hours after our first session ended. Heh!
Maybe H^2 is indeed one of God’s ways for me to deal with some of my shortcomings. But of course, I would one day hope to see him and his family saved.