| Jul. 16th, 2009 @ 09:05 am 4 years. |
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that's how long we've been working together. she missed a month's worth of Spanish classes and when she got back, she was picked by her teacher to represent her class for the Spanish Quiz Bee. her mom then decided that she needs a tutor.
i first saw her at the very back of her car, her glasses dropping to the tip of her nose and her hair all over her face, trying to be inconspicuous. she was very quiet that first meeting. it made me wonder about my orientation by her mom who said that she's very different from her sister who was also my student when i was still teaching full-time. on our third session, i stopped wondering altogether. she suddenly had the upper hand of our classes, always, always starting every session with her "let's make kwento first".
through the years, our topics have changed. she is metamorphosing. but every now and then, i would still get glimpses of the little girl - as the little director who made me act like i was fainting, dropping on the sofa because we were shooting a film and she was directing using their telescope, as the little event organizer who prepared a cheeseballs party for me complete with tap water on wine glasses and a map of the venue - an arrow connecting Ms. Castillejo's house to their house made by her little sister, and yes, as the little girl who loves chocolates so i would then devise a game and of course she would win and we would share her chocolate prize. Van Houtens are never good unless eaten with her.
last night, while she was doing her homework and i was supervising her, she suddenly asked in that way when she would make you feel that it's the most important topic in the world, "what should i take in college?" i was surprised yet again. she never fails to surprise me with her questions and antics. i laughed. and she said, "seriously, i need your advice". i managed to interject, "well,..." and she continued as if i had never spoken, "please, not law, not medicine, not business". "it depends on what you want. what do you want to do?" to which she earnestly answered, "i want to be rich!" |