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.