Yesterday I had a tutoring
session with P.J. that Sarah would be observing. The atmosphere was definitely
a little tense, and I could tell that P.J. was particularly opposed to doing
something when I walking in that evening. Whether it was homework or something
else that was going on I can’t know for certain. I had been loaned three Minecraft
manuals from Ms. Kim to look through and use as comprehensive reading material,
but I figured P.J. already knew how to do all the things in those books. I thought
it might be more intrinsically motivating if he could read something that was
still Minecraft related but had a little bit more room for comprehension
questions, so I had the idea of using some fan fiction. I found a story that I thought
would be good and prayed that he would like it. Granted, I took a risk using
the fan fiction. It was hard finding a text that fit his reading level exactly,
but I tried to find the closest thing. When I returned his manuals and said
that I’d borrowed them to look at for the lesson, the look on his face could
only have been interpreted as a dejected, “damn, man, what the f**k.” We
started working on his homework, which practiced the use of your and you’re, and there, their, and they’re. He did very well on this section and didn't seem to have any
problems at all. The short reading at the end about elephants seemed to give
him some trouble though. He had difficulty answering the questions and I think
that was a little bit discouraging and frustrating for him. After we finished
the homework I showed him the fan fiction story. He was not amused. He was deterred
by its falsehood, claiming that it’s not real because the things in the story
don’t happen in the game. I tried to tell him that someone was just using their
imagination with the game, but he wasn't convinced of its worth. On top of his
unwillingness to concede to the idea of the story, the vocabulary was slightly
above his level. After the elephant fiasco he was already burnt out enough. After
salvaging what I could from the fan fiction story we spent a few minutes
talking so I could attempt to rebuild rapport. This had definitely been the
worst tutoring session thus far.
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