【College Activities】003+Tutoring+dlutyj

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This post was last edited by leileienn on 2015-9-7 at 12:47. When I first started college, I would just go shopping, eat out, or stay in my dormitory watching American TV shows; I would occasionally attend classes, but mostly I just slept. This state lasted for about half a year. By my first year in college, for some reason, I suddenly decided to work hard; I even signed up for tutoring in my free time. Let’s get to the topic. The first tutoring session was not very close to the school. By bus, you need to go to the end point and then walk for 15 minutes. I was also hesitant at the time, as the one-way trip would take over an hour, but I decided to give it a try anyway. I didn’t expect to get along so well with the child’s grandmother. (I was only 20 at that time~~~~) The most memorable time was when my child’s grandmother bought a new electric griddle. She called me at noon, saying that she had just bought the griddle and wanted to try cooking with it, and asked me to come over to her house for dinner, so that I could also give my child some nourishment (I wasn’t supposed to go there that day originally). So, I went there happily. Normally, I only go there when I have no classes in the second period in the afternoon; it was the same this time as well – classes ended around 3 o’clock, and I arrived at his place around 4:30. When I got there, I was shocked – shrimp, steaks, chicken wings, bacon, and so on. . . . My child and I started eating at five o’clock. . I kept eating until 6:30. . . . . . (No wonder I was so fat during that time.) . I originally wanted to teach for a longer time, after all, it should have been two hours of make-up classes. . Around 7:30 or just before 8 o’clock, my child’s grandmother told me to head home quickly, saying it was too late and she was worried, and she even offered to pay for a taxi for me. . I was so moved at that time. . . From my freshman year all the way through my senior year, I remember that every time I went home during the holidays, my child would cry. . . Back then, I would pick him up from school on his grandmother’s behalf, attend parent-teacher meetings with him, and sometimes even bring him along to their family dinners. . It’s also the child’s grandmother, who makes me feel that people can be very kind. Being kind to others makes you happy too. After adding his grandmother on WeChat, we occasionally chat now~~~ I think this is the best experience of my university years. (By the way, being a tutor doesn’t necessarily hinder one’s studies*; I still came in first in my major courses~~~)