Tutor Training Journal #7

As I become more and more familiar with my tutees, problems that I had never thought  I would face when writing earlier entries of this journal arise – I would’ve never thought to have too much to talk about could become a problem.  Some of the more extroverted and outwarding students jump at every opportunity to satisfy their need to distract themselves from the task at hand. And I was a walking talking curiosity that quenches this thirst, and more often then not, I find my presence to do more harm than good.  Frequently, I find it challenging to disengage myself from the small talk they bring to me. I feel as though I am walking the line between becoming a peer – or friend, even – and a figure of authority. If I were to be quite honest, I would prefer to be a peer to these students – considering they are only 3 years younger than me, I believe this would be more beneficial. But considering the current drawbacks, being less friendly and open would bring many advantages, although could make my tutoring much more painful.

I think that choosing a style that suits your tutees is important, and understanding them can help influence the decision. Tutoring is a learning process for both ends, and only with time, can yield the most optimum results.

Tutor Training Journal #6

First week back from spring break and I am already having trouble – the science classroom that I am tutoring is still adjusting back to school life, as am I. To make  matters worse, they have started something completely new (a project I have never experienced in 6th grade) – an engineering project that  revolves around impact – doing what can cause what, and how can certain actions relieve, and make the world a better place. Unfortunately, what my tutees are doing isn’t done in the science classroom; it takes place in the newly minted ‘Fab Lab’, short for Fabrication Lab, taught by the engineering teacher, Mrs Lemley. The greatest issue would perhaps be that this was mostly a class that allowed the students to ‘free roam’; they were given a loose sheet that told them what needed to be researched, and what needed to be down, all the while in a class of twenty students, with two teachers and not much teaching, but more self-learning involved. I felt increasingly useless and struggled quite a bit.

But (to some twisted) extent, I was somewhat reasurred that Ms Wise was also at a bit of loss herself. I realized that although I may not have much in grasp for engineering, in the already limited opportunities to provide aid, this shows that I should always refer to a greater authority when tutoring in unfamiliar waters, as shown by Ms Wise. It is quite alright to let a lot of things pass, especially when it is more important to give correct information, rather than more.

Tutor Training Journal #5

Being a tutor isn’t just a part-time thing, that you would participate every once in a while – it is a full-time job, that you have to take seriously ALL THE TIME. Unfortunately, outside the classroom, you can’t simply just take the ‘tutor’ hat off and act in whatever ways you usually do – you’re as much of a role model, and subject to your tutee’s scrutiny outside the class as you are in. This is something I learned – rather annoyingly. In the rare occasion that a freshman would bump into a 6th grader in our respective classrooms, outside the tutor-tutee relationship, somehow, one of my tutees managed to catch a whole earful of the vulgar banter I was sharing joyously with my mates – 6th graders, unfortunately, understand the slangs we used, and for some profound reason, is a huge ‘no-no’ in their eyes.

On both ends of the spectrum, I realized that although I should be able to retain my personal freedoms, on the other side, I understand that children catch on quickly, and swearing, is a habit that they probably should try and avoid, for as long as possible. But fortunately, my tutees were mature enough to take my obscenities seriously, but unfortunately for me, they were not mature enough to stop teasing me about my mishap. I feel that it is much more secure for me to be safe, rather than sorry, so sacrificing some personal freedoms is more than justifiable

Tutor Training Journal #4

Knowing how to decipher a students thought processes through the notes the write for activities is a very important skill that I should try and master. Usually, most critical errors that students made are displayed obviously – there had been more than enough cases where I’ve looked over a student’s work, decided that it was perfectly alright, move on to the next one, and have Ms Wise come over a little while later, and spot numerous errors I’ve never even noticed. Part of it, in my opinion, is due to experience; but my training also plays a huge factor as well – not only is science not my forte, but my training is comparatively thin (a 3 week online course took up the bulk of my training), and considering that most teachers train (I believe) for 2-3 years, I guess it is not unacceptable to have some mishaps and faulty judgement here and there.

Being a high school student tutoring middle school students also presents its own issues – namely, my age. Its a constant struggle to get the few stubborn kids to stop calling me ‘Mr Dennis’, when I’m literally only 3 years senior to them. But on the other hand, despite the 6th grade kids calling me Mr Dennis, I’m not much of an authority figure. There had been quite a few cases were students would have their minds meander in the middle of Ms Wise’s lecturing, whilst I was standing right next to them – in part, this could be of my own doing: in general, my tone of voice is mild, when in many cases I should’ve been more harsh, or disappointed. I feel as though, often times, I am not getting my point through – whether it be to focus and listen, or to stop whispering conversations with your neighbour. But another part may also be the simple fact that I am only 3 years older – 3 years more mature (I hope), but nevertheless, still young enough to share their humour, and understand their struggles.

Tutor Training Journal #3

As I start the become more familiar with the students, it becomes more challenging to not socialize, especially when the students I’m tutoring are within my age group – there is only a three year age gap between us. I find that impossible for me to outright ignore comments of small talk, but finding times that are appropriate for such proves to be a problem. Engaging in conversations about high school, and whatnot is fine before class, and at times, maybe a couple of comments in class is also acceptable. But I find maintaining a balance between engaging in appropriate amounts of conversation with the tutees and engaging too little or too much a difficulty – too little, and I risk becoming the ‘mean boring one’ that generally isn’t trusted by the students, and not the most optimal in a learningenvironment (in my opinion, I worked fairly hard for the students to begin to trust me); but too much, would mean I had spent precious time engaging in less productive conversations, then helping my tutees learn, and answer (sometimes) essential questions.

In truth, a lot of this is due to the simple fact that I am inexperienced. Ms Wise also engages in a healthy amount of small talk with her students, but still manages to get work done. There are times when talking about whatever comes to mind with students is justified, and there are times where saying a sharp ‘NO!’ and telling your tutees to focus on the task at hand is also alright.

Tutor training journal #2

After finishing my online training course, Tuesday, was technically my first class, as a tutor. Although I had met the students that I was to be tutoring in the science class I was assigned to, once, before the Chinese New Year, the students were rather pre-occupied in doing well in an assessment – there wasn’t much ‘tutoring work’ involved on my end.

Starting on Tuesday, I immediately realized the students didn’t trust me –  they would rather ask Ms Wise (the teacher of the class I was assigned to) for assistance, than me, who (in some occasions) literally stood right next to their seats. Granted, I was also a bit shy – there were some awkward moments here and there when I was pondering whether I should walk over to the student, or just leave him to Ms Wise, and as I start to move over, Ms Wise was already there. But trust seemed to come quickly for me, and by the second class on Thursday, the students seemed more willing to let me help and acted less reserved. In my opinion, this served as a rather dramatic confidence boost in my skills, and I became less shy in moments, I would’ve been more, in the previous class. However, becoming more confident those pose some of its own problems. There was one example where I remember clearly, with me helping a student dissect an open-ended question on an assignment doled out in the class by Ms Wise, in which there were some points, I had told him were not relating to what Ms Wise was asking. Turns out, it was, although to a lesser extent, and not the main focus. Nevertheless, this should only serve as a warning, and a problem I should remain vigilant in spotting.

Tutor Training weekly blog post – 1

Being a tutor, you are often faced with dilemmas – This I learnt, through the helpful “mock situations” provided by my online training course by Cross Roads. An interesting example of this sticky predicament would be judging between helping a student on an assignment to not help in, or to follow your instructions. This provides fascinating insight to contrasting outlooks from both ends. To the student, failing this assignment could result in a lasting impact not only on his grades, but also cause tension within the family; However, on the other side of things, a tutor has a code of ethics that are required to be followed, and from a schools perspective, fair judgment of a student is also crucial – Why should someone who doesn’t learn in the given time frame, be given help at the last moment, and receive a grade that isn’t fully deserved?

To me, personally, choosing to follow my instructions would be for the greater good. A tutor is there to help a student to learn, but if one were to help the student again and again through tight situations, and not through the students their own efforts, how will the student ever learn? Perhaps choosing pulling out on the students in situations such as these could prove to be detrimental to the relationship between tutor and tutee, but at least I can sleep, knowing I did right thing. And perhaps in the near future, one can hope that the student learns from this lesson, and understands why some decisions were made that way.


The wind howled across the lonely streets of Kennetra, sweeping the away the dust and grime, dead leaves, and the smell of human despair. A single lamp gave light, illuminating the ominous clouds, low in the sky, and the pitiful place of Kennetra. The sky thundered, and rain poured, as though the heavens let loose of their fountains, and gushed towards earth, and the pitiful place of Kennetra. It pelted towards the ruined arch ways, crumbling mortars, and sluiced down, carrying bits of stone and plaster. The tiny pieces of the soul of the pitiful place of Kennetra. As the moon shone high, then dropped low, the sun began to rise. Painting the hazy place of Kennetra bloody and gold. Basking the cracked stone steps and ruined brick walls in warm yellow glow.

He could almost hear it. The sounds of people. The jostling merchants selling exotic spices and goods. The bicycles, bells ringing, gears turning; The marching soldiers, clad with armor, proudly hoisting their rifles in the air. To war. To their deaths. The stench of death. He could almost smell it. Women screaming, and men lay bleeding on the streets. The crack of a rifle shot, and the boom of a cannon. A heavy black sphere whistling through the air – Smashing through the thick plaster walls of the beautiful place of Kennetra. And a man lay dying, his innards lying on the floor, like a pile of dead unmoving snakes. Somewhere, swords clashed, and someone screamed in pain. And someone faded away, in the dying place of Kennetra. Blood oozed from the man’s wounds, and soaking into the gray gravel floor. The victor, knuckles white, clutching his blade – grim, and wary. Trying to ward away Death, away from her embrace. But what difference would it make? Death comes for us all, sooner or later. He thought to himself, standing in the ashes of thousands of souls, their griefs, their hopes and their dreams, in the pitiful place of Kennetra.

Minority Report

Magazine Reflection

I was quite surprised that Ash, Warren and I managed to stitch a 20 something page magazine in such a short time. If I were to do make a magazine again, I would make sure that we all shared a similar theme in the design, and perhaps distribute the workload more evenly, and more appropriately according each of our talents.

I was extremely proud of how the magazine had turned out to look. Even though it was pretty different from what I had envisioned in my mind, it was still better than what I had expected. Teamwork is very important, but communication is much more essential. It would’ve saved all of us a lot of time and effort if we communicated more, and expressed our ideas more openly