Then, I heard a voice talking to my grandma, and then my grandma said in her broken English: “How are you?” and I realized Mr. Fitz is taking away my only break of the day. In the beginning I was angry, then turned to anxious about if I will last after a tiring school day--and I still have not ate lunch yet. 

    However, life is full of surprises, and you do not know what to expect next. I try to figure out the best solution for everything, but sometimes things just do not work out, but just like Mr. Fitz coming up the stairs and me getting ready to have a tutor session. Sometimes, you just have to deal with it and just do it.

    And, the irony is writing about my disappointment when I do not feel like writing. I would rather relax on the crouch, or maybe I could be playing basketball, finishing my Minecraft game, or taking a bike ride—anything but having a tutoring session about how to be a better writer.

    This was not the end of the world, you cannot run away from challenges. You have to figure things out and do what needs to be done. And, this is finally finished.