84

Some months ago, i started giving math classes and i got frustrated, with all my effort i tried to make my student to understand and in the end she failed the test i was helping her with.... things were kind of sad, and with some difficulties i asked myself if i was going to try to prepare her for her last chance to approve tenth year.... i knew that i couldn't fail as a teacher again, it was her last chance, and again she asked me for classes.... with fear i accepted, i really felt that with more time i could make her understand the precious world of algebra and functions. One week b4 her test, i evaluated her... and thought that i would fail again, she seemed to show no advance... things were lost for me, again i thought of quiting the idea of teaching math, maybe i was just good enough to understand it by myself, but completly a failure in transmitting that knowledge.... but, with many advices i took, i decided not to give up on my responsability, i armed my right hand with patience and the left one with discipline, i made her study more at her house, i created tons of excercies, i even thought of new ways of explaning the simple theory of functions, even making it simpler... in the end, i was certain of something, if she didn't aproved the test, it wouldn't have being my fault, i did really my best... and she had shown quite a progress... i felt well with myself.. but nothing had pleased me more than her call, two days after her test, she was happy, really happy, and in between her cheers of happiness she babbled: "I got an 84" (the only thing i understood of that sentence really was more like "I... huh... 84", but i knew what she meant) In that moment i felt that maybe, just maybe i'm good at this...

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