Don't be a dropout like Tommy was: stay in school, kids.
Let's see...advice....
I would say "don't procrastinate on your biblio, trust me you'll feel like Luke did in Star Wars when he was trapped in that gigantic garbage room in the Imperial Death Star (Ep. III)," but no one listens to that kind of advice anyways...I know I didn't. Perhaps....just abandon all fears of tutoring. The class will pump you up like football players before a homecoming game, and all those fears won't become concrete until you actually experience it. When you actually experience it, you find yourself questioning the concrete-ness of your fears and wondering if the government hasn't secretly been drugging the water all along, because, yeah, you do get those nightmare students who come in with a 10-page-paper-due-tomorrow and I, you know, wuz just, like, wundering if you culd chek fur gramer, no-big-deal; or the ESL student who speaks so little English you wonder how they managed to get all the way to Utah, or how they even got into America... in the end, it's all worth it when that student you tutored 3 weeks ago stops you in the Social Sciences building, thanking you for your help, looking at you like you're an old friend, and proudly reporting an A grade. It all makes you feel fuzzy and cuddly inside, after you get over your initial shock of being accosted by a stranger then just realize hey-its-that-one-chick-I-tutored-3 weeks ago. All I'm trying to say is don't sweat it, and don't feel like you have to rescue every student who comes in. Pay attention both to your tutees, and the way other tutors handle them, it will give you plenty of ideas on what to do.
To quote a typical internet-illiterate (Cameron should appreciate this): "This song sux. 'nough said."
I would say "don't procrastinate on your biblio, trust me you'll feel like Luke did in Star Wars when he was trapped in that gigantic garbage room in the Imperial Death Star (Ep. III)," but no one listens to that kind of advice anyways...I know I didn't. Perhaps....just abandon all fears of tutoring. The class will pump you up like football players before a homecoming game, and all those fears won't become concrete until you actually experience it. When you actually experience it, you find yourself questioning the concrete-ness of your fears and wondering if the government hasn't secretly been drugging the water all along, because, yeah, you do get those nightmare students who come in with a 10-page-paper-due-tomorrow and I, you know, wuz just, like, wundering if you culd chek fur gramer, no-big-deal; or the ESL student who speaks so little English you wonder how they managed to get all the way to Utah, or how they even got into America... in the end, it's all worth it when that student you tutored 3 weeks ago stops you in the Social Sciences building, thanking you for your help, looking at you like you're an old friend, and proudly reporting an A grade. It all makes you feel fuzzy and cuddly inside, after you get over your initial shock of being accosted by a stranger then just realize hey-its-that-one-chick-I-tutored-3 weeks ago. All I'm trying to say is don't sweat it, and don't feel like you have to rescue every student who comes in. Pay attention both to your tutees, and the way other tutors handle them, it will give you plenty of ideas on what to do.
To quote a typical internet-illiterate (Cameron should appreciate this): "This song sux. 'nough said."
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