( Please paraphrase this in your own word. I need this by today, please help me.)
I got the tutoring offer through my teacher, he knew that I was good at math and excellent with little kids, since I had two younger siblings and I would run to their elementary school after my last class to pick them up. He’d let me go five minutes early most days so I would have enough time to bring both of my little brothers home.
The child I was supposed to help was named Jacob. He lived with his aunt, but most days his grandmother would take care of him. Both of his parents were always working, and you could tell just by the messy house. The grandmother would always let us work out in the balcony, and the subject was basic math.
One evening, I showed up at the regular time and I was surprised to be greeted by the mother. She asked me to come in, that Jacob would be waiting for me out in the balcony. I did as she said.
There he was, talking to himself while waving a pencil like a wand. As I slid the door open to step out into the balcony area, he turned around, and he got quiet.
He was normally somewhat happy to see me, since I don’t think he had many friends and I always promised to play at least one round of Connect Four with him if we got all of our work done on time. Every once in a while, he would say weird things, things about tooth removal, or even weirder… things about his parents cheating on each other.
One time, he mentioned a girl named Emily, who apparently would tell him all of these things when he was about to go to sleep at night. I really did think that he was making this up, since he was an only child and no other children were ever around. That day, the session went as planned. He got the hang of rearranging numbers in a sum, and other basic concepts. He eagerly pulled out the game we were supposed to play, when he casually said, “I know why you’re sad today.”
“I’m not sad,” I replied, “why would you think that?”
“I’m not supposed to say.” He shot back, looking away.
I didn’t think much of it, and kept arranging the pieces on the game stand.
“Emily says you’re going to get hurt.”
I asked him what Emily looked like, and he said that she was in high school, just like me. He went back to playing the game.
“What else?” I asked him.
She talks like you and she laughs like you too.
I was genuinely curious, but it was getting creepy and I didn’t want to poke around anymore.
We finished our game and said goodbye, ready to walk down the stairs, when I felt a sudden
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Explanation:
My teacher recommended me for tutoring because he knew I was good at math and good with kids because I had two younger siblings and would rush to their elementary school after my last class to pick them up. Most days, he'd let me leave five minutes early so I'd have enough time to bring both of my younger brothers home.
Jacob was the name of the child I was meant to assist. He shared a house with his aunt, but his grandmother took care of him most days. His parents were both still working, and you could tell just by the messy house. The grandmother would always let us always work out on the balcony and the subject was basic math.
I arrived on time one evening and was welcomed by Jacob’s mother. Jacob will be waiting for you on the balcony, she said. As she told, I followed her instructions.
He was there, talking to himself and flipping a pencil around like a wand. He turned around and became quiet as I slid the door open to step out onto the balcony floor.
He was usually delighted to see me because I don't believe he had many friends, and I always vowed to play at least one game of Connect Four with him if we completed all of our assignments on time. He'd say odd things now and then, like things about tooth extraction or, even stranger, things about his parents cheating on each other.
He once mentioned a girl named Emily who, he said, would tell him all of these stuff right before he went to sleep. I genuinely thought he was lying because he was an only child with no other children in his life. The session went off without a hitch that day. He worked out how to rearrange numbers in a sum and other fundamental principles. He enthusiastically took out the game we were playing.
“Why would you think that?” I answered, “I'm not sad.”
“This is something I'm not allowed to say.” He fired back, his gaze averted.
I didn't give it much thought and went back to arranging the game pieces on the game stand.
“Emily says you're going to get hurt.”
I inquired about Emily's appearance, and he replied that she was in high school, just like me. He returned his attention to the game.
“Is there something else?” I inquired of him.
She speaks and laughs in the same tone as you.
I was sincerely interested, but it was becoming weird, and I didn't want to continue poke around anymore.
We finished our game and said goodbye, ready to walk down the stairs, when I felt a sudden.
( I hope this was helpful) >;D