The bell rings, excusing high school students to lunch. Some friends invite me to get something to eat, but I decline. I’m on a mission. As I swiftly make my way to the school library, I’m on the lookout for a small, confused freshman. I find him, and sit at his table. “How did your Geometry test go,” I find myself inquiring, with a hopeful interest, “Did you remember what I told you about the Pythagorean Theorem?” This isn’t my first time in this arena. Since seventh grade, I’ve been a tutor. It started when I could choose whether I wanted to tutor local elementary school students every day or take Spanish. As a seventh grader, the excitement about having a choice in my curriculum pushed me to choose the more impractical of the two: cross-age
