I have never been very good with dates. So when I started American History with Mr. Carter, my grade average plummeted. There was so much to remember, and I had no idea what he would talk about in class. So I decided to go to tutorials for the first time. And thus, the tutorials adventure began.
My grades had always been anywhere from a high B to an A. I had never gotten a C, so I was not about to take one if I didn’t have to. Stepping into Mr. Carter’s classroom after school for the first time made me feel inferior to the rest of my class. I dreaded it. I never thought I would have to do it. Never in my entire grade school career did I think I would need to go to tutorials. But, there I was.
I was the only student, as far as I am aware, to ever ask him for help to this extent. We met every day after the last bell rang at 3:34 pm, and studied until 5. I never thought I would stay at school that late for any reason. It felt as if I lived there. We worked and worked every week, five days a week, for about three months. By the time we stopped having tutorial sessions, my memorization skills had improved, and I was, practically, singlehandedly answering my class’s questions about history, and everyone wanted to cheat off of my papers when we took a test. I had never felt more accomplished.
Since then, I have been going to tutorials in the mornings for any class I either need a tad bit of help or just want more practice with. Everything got so much easier once I realized that it is ok to ask for help. Tutorials saved me.
