Tutoring-Personal Narrative

"Kellin, you have to understand that these tutoring sessions are important. I understand that you don 't want to spend your time here with me getting tutored, but you have to. Unless you don 't want to graduate, which I 'm sure you want to do. You 're not the only one that has something to lose with these classes, so could you please take them seriously?" Vic asked, scolding me the next day. The history teacher informed him that I had detention and wouldn 't be able to attend the tutoring session, so he wasn 't exactly happy with me. He didn 't know that I actually didn 't mind being here, but I couldn 't tell him that either.

"Okay. I understand. I really didn 't mean to get detention. I don 't mind being here all that much. I 'm really

I liked to think about Vic 's different faces. I always came up with weird theories and reasoning for different faces that he could have. Maybe that 's why I liked Vic so much. He showed the same face almost all the time. He was always this determined, driven person that always did the right thing. He never seemed to flaw. I was always curious as to what his other faces were, but I never ever got to figure them out. He just seemed like a mystery to me. With all the guys, I could pinpoint different faces and acts that they showed, but I could never do that with Vic. I didn 't know if I was interested because I respected him for always being the same person all the time or because he was a

I felt stupid.

Vic 's gaze fell on me and he just stared, "That was really amazing. Don 't sell yourself short. That was one of the most inciteful rambles I 've ever heard." He complimented, causing me to blush. "I wouldn 't peg you as the inciteful type. In all honesty, I 'm a little surprised."

"Why?" I questioned.

"I thought you were going to be stubborn and ignorant. You seemed like a sort of okay person, just not a good student."

"Thanks for having faith in me." I said mock hurt, sarcasm present in my voice.

Vic chuckled, "Now, for the next two poems." He said.

So that 's what we did for the remaining time. We went over my emotions and how I felt about the poems. He seemed to become more and more surprised by my responses, but I couldn 't really blame him. I never seemed like the type to actually look into the meaning of literature, including I was failing it.

"Well, we 'll pick up next week? You don 't need to do anything tonight or this weekend, I already have a good idea as to what were doing next week." Vic explained, flashing me a warm grin.

"Okay. Sounds good. I 'll see you Monday." I said, smiling like an