Okay, I know you all are going to have a good laugh but I am going to share this anyway… it’s been almost a month that I am tutoring a kid (with a strong hope that she won’t turn out to be just like me). Every time I go to her place it brings back some special memories of my life-schooldays and ‘kiddo’days…
I remember I had my first private tutor when I was in class 5. Oh!! That woman was a pain in my ass … she was trying me to understand all about latitude and longitude (how I hated geography!!) and all I could concentrate on was her ugly, long nails painted in different colours different weeks. Believe me; she used to show me the nail polishes she had recently bought. And that pissed the hell out of me… that evil woman should have understood how a 10yr old, who is not allowed to wear nail colours, feels…sigh... I was so desperate to grow up then. And needless to say I was an awful student =)
And now when I teach ‘my’ student (coincidentally she’s in class 5 too) I understand how happy I was then… those sexy slim books are real treat to my eyes. Pictures of “ধুতুরা ফুল ” in Life science book, “কিশলয়”, “নব গণিত মুকুল ”, “Gulmohor” and of course the evil Geography book by বসু ও মৌলিক - all seems heaven. She hates to study geography too and that’s why I give her homework on geography almost everyday and watch the same reflection in her eyes that I used to be so familiar with …umm…it has been almost a decade now… how time passes by!!!
Love those days…. And miss them terribly…
P.S. I had 2 private tutors after that evil one and I drove them nuts as well…but I am grateful to them for making me whatever shitty thing I am today… one taught me getting good scores could be turned into an obsession (which I completely forgot after my 10th though) and another taught me to love literature and to love myself… wherever you are thank you for everything…
