Zach Oooh!n
Remember me as I was, too much life and (oh!) too much love.
Fun and funny.
So I'm involved in this tutoring thing I told yous about the other day, where I have to sit in this room and wait for students to bring in papers they are having trouble with or want looked over. So yesterday this kid from Yugoslavia comes in at 3:40, which my shift ends at 4:00. So he comes in, and he speaks very limited english, and he wants help with a paper. Not a problem, cos most of the time ESL kids have excellent writing skills, they're just a bit behind in the spoken word. not this kid. He had no articles in his paper (no "the"s or "a"'s or "an"'s) and had some serious trouble with plural vs. singular. What it amounted to was me filling in the blanks for him, and him just totally baffled. Come to find out: his English 101 teacher, a grad student whom I have discussed before on this page (she of the constant "like"'s, I believe I termed her a rather boring "Annoying Girl"), sent him to us. Instead of going through these things with him herself, she passes him off to the 1st semester English Grad students, of which she was one last fall, who, "You know like will like totally like be able to like help you so that like I don't have to actually like work like with you because like why would I want to actually like work during my office hours?" So this poor kid, who shouldn't be in any courses until he has a better command of written English (god knows how he passed the TESOL test), has to struggle with this shit with tutors who change shifts on the hour rather than the instructor who is being paid to teach his class (albeit a measly pay).
Here's the rub, I suppose. People just don't have the respect they used to. This goes back to Scooter's point about opening doors for people (which, btw, I have been counting how many people thank me for doing this, and the numbers are dismal). The work ethic, especially amongst these people so highly praised for their time spent, isn't half what you see even at a poorly run high school.
Horatio the Hammy is just waking up. Fucking kid hates bright light like an f'n vampire.
Which brings me to my final point: Spoon Sunday.
Next five: "me and my 424" by john vanderslice; "waiting for the kid to come out" by spoon; "covering" by the mt.st.helens; "Mjarcie finds his phallus between his copies of Paul Simon's Graceland and that girlish giggle of his" by lois lane; and "obstacle 1" by interpol.
in the stereo: John Vanderslice (i'm almost as excited to see him on Sunday...)
Remember me as I was, too much life and (oh!) too much love.
Fun and funny.
So I'm involved in this tutoring thing I told yous about the other day, where I have to sit in this room and wait for students to bring in papers they are having trouble with or want looked over. So yesterday this kid from Yugoslavia comes in at 3:40, which my shift ends at 4:00. So he comes in, and he speaks very limited english, and he wants help with a paper. Not a problem, cos most of the time ESL kids have excellent writing skills, they're just a bit behind in the spoken word. not this kid. He had no articles in his paper (no "the"s or "a"'s or "an"'s) and had some serious trouble with plural vs. singular. What it amounted to was me filling in the blanks for him, and him just totally baffled. Come to find out: his English 101 teacher, a grad student whom I have discussed before on this page (she of the constant "like"'s, I believe I termed her a rather boring "Annoying Girl"), sent him to us. Instead of going through these things with him herself, she passes him off to the 1st semester English Grad students, of which she was one last fall, who, "You know like will like totally like be able to like help you so that like I don't have to actually like work like with you because like why would I want to actually like work during my office hours?" So this poor kid, who shouldn't be in any courses until he has a better command of written English (god knows how he passed the TESOL test), has to struggle with this shit with tutors who change shifts on the hour rather than the instructor who is being paid to teach his class (albeit a measly pay).
Here's the rub, I suppose. People just don't have the respect they used to. This goes back to Scooter's point about opening doors for people (which, btw, I have been counting how many people thank me for doing this, and the numbers are dismal). The work ethic, especially amongst these people so highly praised for their time spent, isn't half what you see even at a poorly run high school.
Horatio the Hammy is just waking up. Fucking kid hates bright light like an f'n vampire.
Which brings me to my final point: Spoon Sunday.
Next five: "me and my 424" by john vanderslice; "waiting for the kid to come out" by spoon; "covering" by the mt.st.helens; "Mjarcie finds his phallus between his copies of Paul Simon's Graceland and that girlish giggle of his" by lois lane; and "obstacle 1" by interpol.
in the stereo: John Vanderslice (i'm almost as excited to see him on Sunday...)
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