English Composition Class
#1 writing assignment
Melody 王瑞瑶
Nov, 30th, 2011
A tutorship experience
Since the first year of senior high, I had been keen on pursueing high-quality goods, like clothes, electronics. One reason was that most students in my school were from rich families and and they generally used good staff. There is an atmosphere. The other reason may be that along with the getting better of my father's business, I could afford what I want in most cases.
One day in my freshman year, I saw a register book accidentally in an office on campus. It was for students to get some financial support by being a tutor. At that time, I was unaccustomed to the idle freshman life very different with that in the tensive high school. Hence, I signed up the tutorship and soon got a chance to tutor a little schoolboy.
Unfortunately, I suffered a lot each time tutoring the kid, Andy. It was 30 degree below zero outside in Harbin's freezing winter. I was hardly able to hold a pen when I got to Andy's room. What's more, Andy is quite mischievous and disobedient which is normal for kids at his age as a fact. When I tried to ask him to read something after me or answer my questions, he would take down a comic book from the bookcase and beg me to read to him. If I refused, he would turn to play games with just some pencils and a ruler. Beyond that, Andy's mother always scolded him strictly in my face which put me in too bad mood to go on with the lesson. In addition, Andy's mother never gave me a single warm welcome when I appeared at their door or any appreciative words for my hard work. Maybe she was always displeased by her naughty boy.
Each time before I went to their apartment, I need to go through a long self persuasion to pluck up courage. And each time after the tutorship, a lot of complaint would generate in my mind. Gradually, I got inpatient about the kid and tired of my part-time job. I quit the job in the end.
One of the lessons I get from this experience is that it calls for plenty of patience and efforts to earn money and keep a job. Our parents must have paid the price by hard working for what we have. We should not take what they give us for granted. It is they but not we who have earned that.
So, since then, I would think about the sweat and toil my parents paid on their job whenever I want to spend money lavishly.