About a month ago, Chris added me as a friend on facebook. Consequently I've been getting facebook notices demanding that i accept "cityville" requests. I use to ignore them like any other trivial request on facebook until during a tutoring session, Chris asked "do you play Cityville?" That same lesson he seized his five minute break and used it as an opportunity to show me the wonderful world of cityville. In those brief few minutes, i learned that in order to suceed and to move forth in the game of Cityville, the player must send requests to fellow friends on facebook and those friends must accept said requests. So therefore (concluded Chris) i must henceforth accept all his cityville requests as my duty of being his facebook friend.
Today Chris messaged me on facebook:
C: Hey Vicky
V: Hi Chris, Whats up?
C: Can you accept my request?
(a cityville request pops up seconds after)
V: Done
C: Thanks!
V: Playing cityville instead of studying math?!?!
C: I am doing my homework while playing.
V: hmm...well as long as you're being productive with your work.
C: yaaa
The things I do for this kid....
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Ahh
Cute mother moment and a convo that basically summed up what happened today...turns out it really wasn't my fault Chris currently has an F! :
8L (11:25:03 PM): test
8L (11:25:04 PM): test
8L (11:25:28 PM): Test my computer for AIM
8L (11:25:39 PM): Hello
8L (11:27:25 PM): Vicky
84 (11:34:07 PM): hallo
8L (11:34:19 PM): yes
8L (11:34:28 PM): I am testing my AIM
84 (11:34:33 PM): hahha ok
8L (11:34:42 PM): I hear your sound
8L (11:34:56 PM): But I don't hear my sound
84 (11:35:13 PM): sound?
8L (11:35:32 PM): My computer did not have sound
84 (11:35:48 PM): oh its in your preferences
84 (11:35:52 PM): you can change the settings
8L (11:36:25 PM): It has sound in latop but not my big computer
84 (11:36:33 PM): oh i don tknow
84 (11:36:38 PM): try looking at your settings
84 (11:36:41 PM): "edit"
84 (11:36:44 PM): "settings"
84 (11:36:46 PM): "sound"
84 (11:36:49 PM): and check what you have
8L (11:37:57 PM): I know what is the problem. I need to change a good speaker
8L (11:38:17 PM): Don't worry
8L (11:38:27 PM): It is my new computer problem
8L (11:38:57 PM): Remember update your staff to USB hard drive. When you get to my problem, you will be so upset
84 (11:39:07 PM): ok
8L (11:39:22 PM): How was your beginning of quater
84 (11:39:33 PM): hmmm
84 (11:39:34 PM): its ok
84 (11:39:38 PM): i found out
84 (11:39:39 PM): today
84 (11:39:45 PM): that the student i tutor
84 (11:39:47 PM): Chris
84 (11:40:00 PM): he got an F because he lost 5 of his assignments
84 (11:40:04 PM): and didnt turn it in
84 (11:40:12 PM): 
8L (11:40:22 PM): So, it is not your fault
84 (11:40:28 PM): nope
84 (11:40:35 PM): he did badly on one test also though
84 (11:40:43 PM): and it was stuff he learned when i was on spring break
8L (11:40:54 PM): So, what did his parent say
84 (11:41:08 PM): And the F is not his semester grade, it is just his current grade in the class
84 (11:41:14 PM): nothing i didnt see his parents today
8L (11:41:40 PM): So, how did he make up
8L (11:41:54 PM): You need to let his parent know
84 (11:41:57 PM): well i told him he just has to be more responsible with his homework
84 (11:42:09 PM): they already know becuase they told him to send the email
8L (11:42:28 PM): And tell them it make your repitition bad too
84 (11:42:39 PM): its ok
84 (11:42:43 PM): i think chris will work harder
84 (11:42:44 PM): becuase
84 (11:42:48 PM): if he doesnt get at least a C
84 (11:42:55 PM): he doesnt get to go to disneyland at the end of the year
84 (11:42:59 PM): thats what he told me
84 (11:43:10 PM): so i told him that he should try to get better than a C
8L (11:43:31 PM): NO, it is not ok for your repition because you need to be a teacher
8L (11:43:53 PM): Ask her pareent to give you a recommendation letter
84 (11:44:13 PM): -.-
84 (11:44:17 PM): well
84 (11:44:26 PM): he didnt get an F in the class
84 (11:44:27 PM): so
84 (11:44:34 PM): righ tnow i have to try to bring up his grades
84 (11:44:47 PM): my making sure he does everything perfectly from now on
the convo slowing turned to nagging and such but i think we get the picture yea?
the convo slowing turned to nagging and such but i think we get the picture yea?
Moral Downer
Mood: dissapointed
I've been sitting here scribbling away at my Chinese flashcards and listening to Adele for the past hour when i suddenly surprised myself by opening up my blog page as if it were a ritual ingrained into my reflexes. College has thus far acted as a roadblock to the creative juices that spawn consistent blog posts and/or any sort of writing. It makes me sad. ): AND frustrated that all i have to do is just sit here, and write a little.
Anyways, although it seems as if my quarter is looking up, there have been some morality blows that have fazed me a tiny bit. I received a sad sad e-mail from the student i tutor:
Dear Vicky,
I am sending this email to you because of my problem in math. Last trimester I flunked it in math. My last packet wasnt due until the new trimester and i did really bad on it. The last two assignments were very good because i re-focused. My test however was a flunk again. My new trimester grade is an F.
I think we should study harder when you get back. When you are in D.C., i will try my best for the project to boost my grade up. Just to tell you of my condition in math.
A very sad student,
Chris :(
My student whom I tutor, received a failing grade in the subject i am suppose to be helping him do better in. I felt like 100% crap. A tiny bit of me wants to blame it all on Chris for not trying hard enough and for not being able to cope for a week when I wasn't there but the rest of me knows that I'm probably doing something wrong.
From now on, i resolve to bring his grade up to an A and nothing lower by the end of the school year. I want to do everything in my power for the sake of his grades, his parents approval and my own teacher sanity. No more excuses, no more going to his house tired and worn down from classes (since my quarter SHOULD be easy), no more bullshit. It's time to get serious.
I've been sitting here scribbling away at my Chinese flashcards and listening to Adele for the past hour when i suddenly surprised myself by opening up my blog page as if it were a ritual ingrained into my reflexes. College has thus far acted as a roadblock to the creative juices that spawn consistent blog posts and/or any sort of writing. It makes me sad. ): AND frustrated that all i have to do is just sit here, and write a little.
Anyways, although it seems as if my quarter is looking up, there have been some morality blows that have fazed me a tiny bit. I received a sad sad e-mail from the student i tutor:
Dear Vicky,
I am sending this email to you because of my problem in math. Last trimester I flunked it in math. My last packet wasnt due until the new trimester and i did really bad on it. The last two assignments were very good because i re-focused. My test however was a flunk again. My new trimester grade is an F.
I think we should study harder when you get back. When you are in D.C., i will try my best for the project to boost my grade up. Just to tell you of my condition in math.
A very sad student,
Chris :(
My student whom I tutor, received a failing grade in the subject i am suppose to be helping him do better in. I felt like 100% crap. A tiny bit of me wants to blame it all on Chris for not trying hard enough and for not being able to cope for a week when I wasn't there but the rest of me knows that I'm probably doing something wrong.
From now on, i resolve to bring his grade up to an A and nothing lower by the end of the school year. I want to do everything in my power for the sake of his grades, his parents approval and my own teacher sanity. No more excuses, no more going to his house tired and worn down from classes (since my quarter SHOULD be easy), no more bullshit. It's time to get serious.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Stranger
It's that time again when i bust out that xanga and read all the embarrassing posts of my teenage past. The more time there is between now and that post makes the me in those posts more a stranger.
This girl was so optimistic all the time. I can't stand her. She talks about God like she would trust Him with her life. Good things happened to her and she reported that it was because of the goodness of God. Her posts are all so encourageing and she loved everything and everyone. Little things made her happy. Writing a blog was an easy task, not a nuisance or a challenge.
I wish i could be her again.
This girl was so optimistic all the time. I can't stand her. She talks about God like she would trust Him with her life. Good things happened to her and she reported that it was because of the goodness of God. Her posts are all so encourageing and she loved everything and everyone. Little things made her happy. Writing a blog was an easy task, not a nuisance or a challenge.
I wish i could be her again.
The Big Picture
Today i received an e-mail from my dad about the earthquake in japan. I had already heard the news the day before and my immediate reaction to it was to check to see if my dear old roommate Marika was alright. It turns out that she is quite shaken up and worried about her family but she is alright herself.
I was OK and went on with my life yesterday.
But today when i discovered just how bad the earth quake really was, i surprised myself by choking up a little. I'm not exactly sure if I'm the sentimental type. When Katrina or even Haiti happened, i did not shed a tear. Of course i felt stupid sitting at the student center reading the article my dad sent me on my net book but at the same time I dared anyone to point and laugh at me. Why am i particularly distraught about this earthquake? I have no idea.
Either we're all just lucky, or Japan is unlucky. Or maybe this has nothing to do with luck. At this moment, I'm a million times more grateful that everyone I know and love are alive and well.
I was OK and went on with my life yesterday.
But today when i discovered just how bad the earth quake really was, i surprised myself by choking up a little. I'm not exactly sure if I'm the sentimental type. When Katrina or even Haiti happened, i did not shed a tear. Of course i felt stupid sitting at the student center reading the article my dad sent me on my net book but at the same time I dared anyone to point and laugh at me. Why am i particularly distraught about this earthquake? I have no idea.
Either we're all just lucky, or Japan is unlucky. Or maybe this has nothing to do with luck. At this moment, I'm a million times more grateful that everyone I know and love are alive and well.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Just Another Day
mood: content
Life feels pretty good right now. (:
I can't help already daydreaming about the southern California beaches, glowing tans, sweet smelling sunscreen, ice cold beverages and smiles around that will surely come with summer. Only one week and one quarter left!
I think i got fatter this quarter as a result of throwing away too much money purchasing unfreakingbelieveably delicious macarons, coffee bean red velvet hot chocolate runs, endless baking fun with my roommate, and frequent dinner dates with Darius. There's nothing like sweet treat paired with a good cup of tea to wash away the day's toxins. Hey, who said being fat has to be a bad thing?
Even though i drowned myself with 20 units, it feels good to always be busy. But even so, the anticipation of freedom and fun is killing me...lets just get finals over with please!
peace and love everyone!!
Life feels pretty good right now. (:
I can't help already daydreaming about the southern California beaches, glowing tans, sweet smelling sunscreen, ice cold beverages and smiles around that will surely come with summer. Only one week and one quarter left!
I think i got fatter this quarter as a result of throwing away too much money purchasing unfreakingbelieveably delicious macarons, coffee bean red velvet hot chocolate runs, endless baking fun with my roommate, and frequent dinner dates with Darius. There's nothing like sweet treat paired with a good cup of tea to wash away the day's toxins. Hey, who said being fat has to be a bad thing?
Even though i drowned myself with 20 units, it feels good to always be busy. But even so, the anticipation of freedom and fun is killing me...lets just get finals over with please!
peace and love everyone!!
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