I was never a bad child. Not in the sense of homework. I did everything I was told to. No bargains, no sweets to bride me with, no gifts to encourage me. Yet the kids of my time were dutifully slogging through our work diligently.

I cant begin to descride the kind of anger I get when I see everything undone or done without care. I dont shout or scream or berate them. I dont have that right. The parents try to help. But will they believe me or them? Any parent listens to the kid. The tutor is pushy or overeager.

Instead I find myself stoning faced with a kid. Homework never ever completed, corrections drag on and on.

Am I angry coz he slowed my study plan for him? Or am I irritated with him for not being serious about his work? Or am I jealous he had his life easy and yet he's taking everything for granted?

Today is a very very very bad day.

Not that I have any good days anymore.