I am mistaken for a chemistry tutor
Tonight, Karin met a friendly, stray tomcat who piteously mewed. She brought him food and stroked him.
It’s sad, knowing we’ve reached our limit as far as pet adopting goes.
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IU’s tutoring program has expanded into some of the local secondary schools. Today, I met the eighth-grader whom I am expected to tutor all semester, four hours each week.
Our first subject was science. I explained the distinction between physical and chemical changes. The cutting of bread involves a merely physical change; when the bread is digested or burned, the change is chemical.
This was a topic I hadn’t thought about in the last twenty years.
A college student sat at a nearby table, listening intently to us. He must be one of the chemistry tutors, I thought. I hope I’m doing justice to his subject.
Then he got up and walked over to our table. He showed me a sheet of paper on which he’d made complicated drawings. “Will you help me to understand these ionic bonds?” he asked.
I told him how he could find a real chemistry tutor.
My eighth-grade tutee and I then discussed the poetic techniques of metaphor, simile, and alliteration, and she wrote an alliterative poem of two short stanzas.
It’s sad, knowing we’ve reached our limit as far as pet adopting goes.
♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
IU’s tutoring program has expanded into some of the local secondary schools. Today, I met the eighth-grader whom I am expected to tutor all semester, four hours each week.
Our first subject was science. I explained the distinction between physical and chemical changes. The cutting of bread involves a merely physical change; when the bread is digested or burned, the change is chemical.
This was a topic I hadn’t thought about in the last twenty years.
A college student sat at a nearby table, listening intently to us. He must be one of the chemistry tutors, I thought. I hope I’m doing justice to his subject.
Then he got up and walked over to our table. He showed me a sheet of paper on which he’d made complicated drawings. “Will you help me to understand these ionic bonds?” he asked.
I told him how he could find a real chemistry tutor.
My eighth-grade tutee and I then discussed the poetic techniques of metaphor, simile, and alliteration, and she wrote an alliterative poem of two short stanzas.