today i met with my one and only student (at the moment), Sol. he's a nice kid, bright and eager, but also easily distracted and sometimes lazy. however, as he is my only client at the moment, i'll be sure to put my heart into his education and hopefully see that he does well into 6th grade. he's a little big for his age (11), stout and willing to rap during the moments that, with anyone else, would be uncomfrotable silences. i teach him in Harlem, at 130th street and Park Avenue.
it's hot in nyc, and after we studied math and writing for hours, it was time for recess. so we walked to the park where he played tennis and i wrote up lessons for tomorrow. after an hour we were both so hot and tired that we picked up some cold watermelon and ate it amongst the pigeons and children playing in the fountain.
the kid marveled that my appetite rivaled his. "no one's ever finished eating before me," said sol.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
"Please sir, stop eating all of my food!" said Sol, in the near future.
"Watermellon is a lot like a woman's %$#@. But I'm sure you know what I'm talking about... unless your a g$#da*& fairy." Nick commented to the 11-year-old Sol.
Post a Comment