I remembered the story from my rehearsal experience (I teach English).

I was invited to a ninth-grade girl with a request to draw grades in school and help with homework, "or it is difficult for her." Classes once a week.

The Week 1. I come to the first class, my mom accompanies me to the student’s room and excitingly blows something like “Mashenka, do it well!” The elderly Mashenka whispers and irritatedly answers, “Good, okay, go already.” I begin to suspect it won’t be easy. Not wrong - the next ten minutes clarify that Masha knows English somewhere at the second grade level. The most unpleasant situation for the tutor is that parents ask for "strengthening the assessments", and there is a good need for more than one year of intense work, so that the child begins to understand the current material in school. Okay, let’s start with the tasks. Under my constant bullshit, Masha slowly tries to get into the process. She was obviously not used to stress. Explain, explain, please learn the rules next week, I give a homework.

Week of 2. Of course, nothing has been learned. I warn you that if this happens again, we will not continue the class. Masha is silent.

Week of 3. The car mother reports that the class will not be, Masha is sick. Okay it happens. November in the courtyard.

Week of 4. My mother is healed. Oh, you know, she’s recovered, but she still has a little cold... Let’s cancel this week too.

A small cold. In the ninth class. It makes an hourly English lesson absolutely impossible. Nina is fine.

Week of 5. Mamma Mia calls. The cold has passed. Let’s continue the lessons in a month.

I am? ? to ? to

Momma Mashi: Well now is the last week before the holidays, she is no longer in the mood to study. Then a week of holidays, then the first couple of weeks of study she too will not be able to study immediately, she needs to return to the process, to adjust.

I, of course, a teacher and even with a diploma, but Nihren did not understand. He courteously refused further training. My mom was very surprised by this decision.

Oh my parents.