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Crabs
By Peace | September 7, 2007
Today Valerie came for tuition again. Everyday her mother asked about her progress. I can understand how she feels. However, there is really no such thing as overnight progress. I had only started to give her tuition on last Monday. She did not come for tuition on Thursday. So for four days, I had been coaching her. I had given her tuition for 2 hours each session. But their parents want her to stay longer so that I can teach her more. So normally she would leave my house at about 5.30pm to 6pm. Tuition starts at 2.30pm.
Maths is a subject that needs practice. Understanding is not enough. It takes practice and more practice. I would hope their parents would understand. However, on my part, I will always try my best to teach her. But I also need her cooperation as well. If she would not like to study hard, there is no way I can help her to improve as well. So when it comes to students’ progress in their work, it all need the help of all parties involved to work together to get the best results for the students.
Today my brother gave us two live crabs. Clara always want to eat crabs. Whenever she sees crab in the supermarket, she would ask me to buy. I never buy crab before. When I was young, I always had chance to eat crab. My father always buy seafood. My mother cooked delicious ‘tang hoon crabs’, the Thai style of crab, Chilli crabs as well as black pepper crabs. I really missed those days. My stomach was always full and I had plenty to eat.
I do not know how to kill the crab. I was scared to got bitten by the crabs. As soon as my brother gave me the crabs, I put them in the fridge. However, my brother told me that the crabs would not taste good. Next, he offered to kill them for me. He taught me how to kill the crab and he did that for me. After he had finished, he went home.
I washed the crabs and had them steamed. After that the children and I eat the crabs. They were sweet and tasty. However, they were not as tasty as what I used to eat, those that were cooked by my mother.
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