The whole way I could feel butterflies flying around my stomach. As my mom and I got near the only three story, brown, and re- model building that stood out, my inside voice in my mind sounded like a recording machine repeating what I was going to say for my first work interview. “We are here, now go in there and show them what you got.” Here I was thrown into the tangible world where there are imperative responsibilities, bills to be paid, college life and with a job as an AVID tutor. Not only I was hired to be a tutor, but I was going be tutoring at Perris High School; the high school I graduated
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The lounge that no students were allowed in which had a vending machine cheaper than the students’ vending machine which it made no sense. A day before I had received our schedule with all the teachers that I was assigned to. The raucous irritating bell rang as soon as I stepped into the first class. At the door was the sweetest math teacher, Ms. Gaxiola greeting all of her students; however, I noticed that most of them did not respond back. She introduced herself and the new tutors, which I was one of them. Once she was done, we split up into groups of seven students to one tutor to talk about summer vacation. “So does anyone want to volunteer to go first?” No responses everyone was zoned out I could hear the other students from different groups, but my group seemed not to want to talk about their summer. “Ok, well if no one wants to go first I will start.” I was telling them about my vacation within a minute or so I noticed how no one seemed to be paying attention I even noticed that some students were on their cell phones and others rudely put their earphones on and listened to music. I felt like I was talking to a
The lounge that no students were allowed in which had a vending machine cheaper than the students’ vending machine which it made no sense. A day before I had received our schedule with all the teachers that I was assigned to. The raucous irritating bell rang as soon as I stepped into the first class. At the door was the sweetest math teacher, Ms. Gaxiola greeting all of her students; however, I noticed that most of them did not respond back. She introduced herself and the new tutors, which I was one of them. Once she was done, we split up into groups of seven students to one tutor to talk about summer vacation. “So does anyone want to volunteer to go first?” No responses everyone was zoned out I could hear the other students from different groups, but my group seemed not to want to talk about their summer. “Ok, well if no one wants to go first I will start.” I was telling them about my vacation within a minute or so I noticed how no one seemed to be paying attention I even noticed that some students were on their cell phones and others rudely put their earphones on and listened to music. I felt like I was talking to a