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Tell us about a person who has influenced you in a significant way.
"YOU NEED A MATH TUTOR! Look at the score you got on this test!" shouted my mom.
All right. This time, I have no reason to repel.
Unlike most of my peers, I did not have any tutor experience. Stubbornly convinced of my ability to manage study independently, I did a good job without the extra tuition, except for math. However, no perfect math final score meant my dream high school closing its door. I braced to head to my first tutor, Mrs. Wang.
With the terrible first impression about the tutor thing, it was not a pleasure to spend my first three hours with this old lady in her cramped and moldy apartment on that humid night. Gazing at the complex equations and sketches, I wondered why the clock stopped. Mrs. Wang seemed not to notice my restlessness and to keep her speech in an equanimous tone.
Every Sunday night, you could see me on an almost empty bus heading for my tutor. Sitting in the corner with a shaded face, I watched the city passing by through the window. Without desiring the destination like what I did usually on the bus, I find this one hour trip surprisingly entertaining as it gives me the chance to think about the questions I neglected during my "busy life". So every time I step in Mrs. Wang's apartment, I feel tremendously peaceful.
Mrs. Wang always makes a cup of tea before she starts her lesson. Lack of a fancy teacup, or the expensive tealeaves, the process appears remarkably simple. But she does enjoy it. Every movement she makes is so sedate that it appeases me just by watching.
Mrs. Wang is truly serious about math. She has a towering pile of old and broken notebooks that contain the math problems she has collected for 30 years. Though without the brilliant look of a normal collection, they indicate a long history with sketches all over the margins. Mrs. Wang took out her old notebooks with an exciting smile. I see passion behind that smile. She remembers exactly every problem's location in the book. "Ah, here we go. Now see what you got." She copies the problem on my notebook with a challenging look that especially motivates me to do it. It works. Math is not so boring in this way. The process of thinking is not a torture any more. I can see every nerve in my brain connected in a unique order with fast speed and then "BANG", I got the right answer.
One day, we realized we went to the same high school, apart in 30 years.
Mrs. Wang gets extremely excited when she talked about her high school. "What I still cannot get over is when I went playing basketball game for school in Sihong. It was my first time to get a pair of white sneakers, to see a lighted basketball court, to eat so many delicious dishes with my teammates in a huge dining hall."
Isn't that me? The zeal for basketball?
Still in the daily life, I hurry to take the bus to different destinations. Most of the time, I am still that fickle. But when I go to Mrs. Wang's apartment and smell the mould mixed with the tea, all the distractions go far away and leave her and me staying there with the pure love for math.
Thank you!
Tell us about a person who has influenced you in a significant way.
"YOU NEED A MATH TUTOR! Look at the score you got on this test!" shouted my mom.
All right. This time, I have no reason to repel.
Unlike most of my peers, I did not have any tutor experience. Stubbornly convinced of my ability to manage study independently, I did a good job without the extra tuition, except for math. However, no perfect math final score meant my dream high school closing its door. I braced to head to my first tutor, Mrs. Wang.
With the terrible first impression about the tutor thing, it was not a pleasure to spend my first three hours with this old lady in her cramped and moldy apartment on that humid night. Gazing at the complex equations and sketches, I wondered why the clock stopped. Mrs. Wang seemed not to notice my restlessness and to keep her speech in an equanimous tone.
Every Sunday night, you could see me on an almost empty bus heading for my tutor. Sitting in the corner with a shaded face, I watched the city passing by through the window. Without desiring the destination like what I did usually on the bus, I find this one hour trip surprisingly entertaining as it gives me the chance to think about the questions I neglected during my "busy life". So every time I step in Mrs. Wang's apartment, I feel tremendously peaceful.
Mrs. Wang always makes a cup of tea before she starts her lesson. Lack of a fancy teacup, or the expensive tealeaves, the process appears remarkably simple. But she does enjoy it. Every movement she makes is so sedate that it appeases me just by watching.
Mrs. Wang is truly serious about math. She has a towering pile of old and broken notebooks that contain the math problems she has collected for 30 years. Though without the brilliant look of a normal collection, they indicate a long history with sketches all over the margins. Mrs. Wang took out her old notebooks with an exciting smile. I see passion behind that smile. She remembers exactly every problem's location in the book. "Ah, here we go. Now see what you got." She copies the problem on my notebook with a challenging look that especially motivates me to do it. It works. Math is not so boring in this way. The process of thinking is not a torture any more. I can see every nerve in my brain connected in a unique order with fast speed and then "BANG", I got the right answer.
One day, we realized we went to the same high school, apart in 30 years.
Mrs. Wang gets extremely excited when she talked about her high school. "What I still cannot get over is when I went playing basketball game for school in Sihong. It was my first time to get a pair of white sneakers, to see a lighted basketball court, to eat so many delicious dishes with my teammates in a huge dining hall."
Isn't that me? The zeal for basketball?
Still in the daily life, I hurry to take the bus to different destinations. Most of the time, I am still that fickle. But when I go to Mrs. Wang's apartment and smell the mould mixed with the tea, all the distractions go far away and leave her and me staying there with the pure love for math.
Thank you!
