Will you tutor me?
Waiting for the 19 at a stop in Cedar-Riverside, I was approached by a eager-looking guy, also waiting for a bus, who asked me in broken English for my name. As an ESL tutor, I was more than happy to help him practice his English, so I told him my name without hesitation. He then asked me a string of questions about my life, which seemed well within the scope of my ESL classes, so I gave him truthful answers and willingly fed the conversation, convinced that this was a valuable learning opportunity for him. Continue reading ‘Will you tutor me?’
