As I write this blog, I am sipping coffee while thinking of how to start my technical report in one of my major subjects. I’ve been doing my problem set in MetE15 since 6pm and stopped only when I needed a biological break. So I think a 15 – 30 minute break is what I deserve after long hours of thinking and analyzing engineering economics.
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Earlier last week, I saw a ‘Wanted:Tutor’ ad in SC. Even though I am not really in need of money, I decided to text the number since I want to earn extra cash for my shopping sprees. The person texted back the address of their house — which was unfamiliar and I had to ask people for directions — and what time I should go there. After 30 minutes, I finally got to North Susana Village (which was in Luzon Ave.) and I still had to ride a pedicab to reach their house. At ayun. Ang pedicab driver ay nakipag chumi-chumchum sa akin and asked me what I was doing there. When I told him that I was going to apply as a tutor, he told me that those who live in that street were mostly Koreans and my tutee might be one.
I already have an experience in tutoring Koreans — something I prefer not to do again. Aside from the life changing experience, I also lived in the same building with them for more than a year. They have invaded our cities and they feel like they are superior over Filipinos with the mentality that they are smarter and richer than us. They rely on those who are desperately in need of money to teach them how to speak English and pay only a small amount for an hour of exasperation and exhaustion in teaching them the basics which they find sooooooo hard to learn. Their unpleasant smell lingers in an enclosed space for hours. (Actually, the condominium where I lived for more than a year smelled like kim-chi.)
I admit I am a fan of Koreanovelas and their cute and fashionista lead actors. But I am contented with just watching them in TV without smelling their ‘trade-mark’ scent.