I seethe with frustration as I'm marking the stack of practice papers before me. I see no words or numbers but a blase attitude staring back at me. I'm so mad. I marked so hard that I made a hole on the paper. As I flipped on to the last two pages of the paper. Comprehension. Undone! That's the last straw. I'm officially...very very VERY ANGRY!!!
When that anger somewhat evaporates, I feel a tinge of sadness. Once, a favourite boy of mine. Somehow, somewhere, sometime morphed into someone I cannot recognise. His only thought and concern at current is...Warcraft 3, CS and perhaps Maple Story. He's addicted. When I say addicted, I mean a real addiction and not just enjoy playing. I've done all the scolding, warning, cajoling I could do and now the only way to get some control over him is to complain or rather *ahem* inform his mother of his blase attitude. Get him back to serious work by limiting time on the computer. Backlash would be a grudging attitude for my complain and he'd definitely show his displeasure during tuition. I know I've always disliked a tattle-tale tutor. I concede. Wisdom God, please.
