Tutor Chronicles
Sit Down! Shut up! Don't hit Antoine! Don't taunt Amelie! For the love of cats behave!
All phrases I use during my two hours of pain four times a week (with the exception of the cats phrase). I am good at making the task at hand sound worse than it really is. Take note.
I am employed by Monsieur and Madame Pasquiou (pronounced Pas-Q). They are two lovely people, who I don't see much of. I must say their children love me... for the most part. Here are the deets. Every weekday from from 530 to 730 excluding Wednesdays I Take a little trip to the chic suburb of Anières-Sur-Seine. I arrive at the apartment to tutor three mostly two children. Marie (17), Antoine (14), and Amelie (12). Marie is usually gone babysitting or avoiding me. That leaves me with Antoine and Amelie. They bicker a lot. Really over stupid things but I find them absolutely hilarious. Here are two if the main types of bickers I watch. The "I understand more than you bicker" It consist of one of the two not understanding me and the other understanding. Then the one who comprehends says "0-1" Implicating a score. The score once went on for one week pretty funny. No worries, I have since then learned to diffuse this: Talk fast and use slang. They don't understand and nobody wins but me.Then they try to fool me by speaking fast in French and I also win at that. Tutor Supreme. They have, however, found out they can get me confused by talking soft. Thanks to my Father I am hard of hearing. He listens to the TV extremely loud.
The second battle is who goes first with the tutor. This consists of them arguing over who has the most homework. Oh boy it goes on and on (five minutes) till I have to diffuse because one threatens to call mother and well. That just makes me look bad. SO I delegate then laugh and tell stories of how me and my brothers bickered and how one of my brothers threw a for at the others head and made contact leaving blood on the wall (the parties named shall remain nameless but if you know my brothers its obvious and funny).
Well I'm, still waiting on the super bowl. Man its taking too long
Put all my money On the Steelers $.51
All phrases I use during my two hours of pain four times a week (with the exception of the cats phrase). I am good at making the task at hand sound worse than it really is. Take note.
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| Me painfully working, yes thats a baguette |
The second battle is who goes first with the tutor. This consists of them arguing over who has the most homework. Oh boy it goes on and on (five minutes) till I have to diffuse because one threatens to call mother and well. That just makes me look bad. SO I delegate then laugh and tell stories of how me and my brothers bickered and how one of my brothers threw a for at the others head and made contact leaving blood on the wall (the parties named shall remain nameless but if you know my brothers its obvious and funny).
Well I'm, still waiting on the super bowl. Man its taking too long
Put all my money On the Steelers $.51
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