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Sep. 7th, 2010 09:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
potato_headToday was my second day of Principles of Management class. So far it's been...an interesting experience. It seems a lot like my Business Writing class from last semester, in that I know a lot of this stuff already and the teacher seems really lax. Anyways, today we had a group activity (yes, a group activity! that we spent all class doing! I feel like I'm in high school again LOL) that got me thinking about an experience that I now feel the need to write up.
My first tutoring 'job' was for free, I don't remember how it was even organized, I think it was the kid of a friend of a friend of my mom's or something. He was in 7th grade? So uh, 11 years old or so? And I tutored him in all subjects in the local library.
He was an absolute NIGHTMARE. He wouldn't sit still with me for more than ten minutes before getting up and running off through the shelves. Of the library. An 11-year-old kid. And I'm not exaggerating when I say it was every ten minutes. I spent more time chasing him than tutoring him.
Wait! Chasing him? Surely I wouldn't chase a kid around a public library! Well, I didn't want to, and at first, I didn't. Then he started stealing my stuff and running with it. And I quickly learned he wouldn't bring it back. No, he would hide it on the shelves somewhere. If I didn't go get it, one of the librarians would find it and take it to the lost-and-found, then scold me for sticking it on the shelves. If I went and searched for it after he came back without it, he'd take something else of mine and hide it while I was gone. So basically I ended up walking at a sedated pace after him as he darted around the library, so I could find my stuff when he put it down.
That wasn't all, though. He also liked to get physically violent. For no reason. Sometimes I would just be sitting there while he studied, or helping him with a problem, and he would reach over and scratch me. One time he stabbed me in the palm with a pencil; the mark is still there, he pretty much gave me a tiny tattoo.
Despite all this, I somehow managed to force him to get most of his homework done, which is what his dad asked me to do. I suspect now that it probably would have helped if we could do the sessions somewhere else, somewhere where we could take breaks for him to get his energy out without bothering the other library patrons and getting me in trouble with the librarians and...stealing my stuff. But at the time, it was a nightmare. And no, I wasn't payed for it. I only tutor highschoolers now, LOL.
My first tutoring 'job' was for free, I don't remember how it was even organized, I think it was the kid of a friend of a friend of my mom's or something. He was in 7th grade? So uh, 11 years old or so? And I tutored him in all subjects in the local library.
He was an absolute NIGHTMARE. He wouldn't sit still with me for more than ten minutes before getting up and running off through the shelves. Of the library. An 11-year-old kid. And I'm not exaggerating when I say it was every ten minutes. I spent more time chasing him than tutoring him.
Wait! Chasing him? Surely I wouldn't chase a kid around a public library! Well, I didn't want to, and at first, I didn't. Then he started stealing my stuff and running with it. And I quickly learned he wouldn't bring it back. No, he would hide it on the shelves somewhere. If I didn't go get it, one of the librarians would find it and take it to the lost-and-found, then scold me for sticking it on the shelves. If I went and searched for it after he came back without it, he'd take something else of mine and hide it while I was gone. So basically I ended up walking at a sedated pace after him as he darted around the library, so I could find my stuff when he put it down.
That wasn't all, though. He also liked to get physically violent. For no reason. Sometimes I would just be sitting there while he studied, or helping him with a problem, and he would reach over and scratch me. One time he stabbed me in the palm with a pencil; the mark is still there, he pretty much gave me a tiny tattoo.
Despite all this, I somehow managed to force him to get most of his homework done, which is what his dad asked me to do. I suspect now that it probably would have helped if we could do the sessions somewhere else, somewhere where we could take breaks for him to get his energy out without bothering the other library patrons and getting me in trouble with the librarians and...stealing my stuff. But at the time, it was a nightmare. And no, I wasn't payed for it. I only tutor highschoolers now, LOL.
