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I hate teaching Bella how to do math. I'm used to people wanting to learn, wanting to finish, wanting to get it, or people who want to take advantage of me. Those who take advantage of me, I let. They are pitiful people who just need to get points. Okay, fine. Bella tries to take advantage of me, but most the time, I lose what temper I seemed to have before she could milk much out of me. Today, she was sitting, doing trigonometry homework during the 30-minute period we have as "conference" and it wasn't until 10 minutes in did she actually come over and start on the worksheet. She sat on the ground, taking her time, fixing details before diving in. She got three problems done. If I really wanted to, I could have finished all of it in that 30 minutes. It's not that she's bad at math, she just refuses to learn because "she has a crappy teacher." Well, my brother is in her class, and he's doing just fine. I mean, yeah, he has questions, but it's because of the way the teacher teaches. You learn it on your own in his class, you have to ask questions. Bella says "teach me" and waits for me to step-by-step lead her through the homework. Oh, did I mention that she had a full page of notes that if I had, I could have ruled the world with? Seriously, she had all of the information. What could I teach her? She just didn't have the effort to devote to effort.

I realize I move too quickly through everything, but instead of stopping me and asking, she asks me to slow down and repeat. This makes me mad. Don't tell me to repeat it. I know there are two conversations going on around you, but you have to listen to me! Don't ask me to repeat or explain again, tell me to list the steps I skipped.

She's always looking for confirmation. I hate doing that. I want people to just work in silence and if I see a mistake or discrepancy, as I tend to work alongside you if not faster than you, I will ask you to explain how you got to that step. Most of the time, they are wrong, but if I'm not the "tutor" in the case, I could be wrong too. "That is sin, right?" (By the way, she says sin, not sine. It bugs the hell out of me.) I get sarcastic. Half way through the sarcasm, I decide that it's not helping at all, she's just going to fall into a pit of even more self-doubt and questions. "Yes, that's sine." I don't even know why I bother sometimes...I swear I'm just setting myself up for disappointment every time.

But anyways: it is my youngest brother's birthday today. He is turning 8. He's so much fun.

But enough of my ranting. We all know I'm losing it. The most interesting day this week was Wednesday. Robotics was a failure, and since I had AP testing, I decided not to go. Silver, being the mentor, drove down from Tempe, and finding out that there really was no meeting, didn't take it very well. Making the best of the situation, he asked me to meet him at the mall. Okay. I drive people home because I said I would, and then drive to the mall. It's been like an hour since he made plans with me and I feel like crap.

I meet him towards the entrance of Barnes and Noble's. We wander around the mall, hitting all the interesting stores upstairs (Spenser's, GameStop, Game Daze, Atomic Comics, The Puppy Store) before going to the Apple store and the Sharper Image store downstairs. All through wandering the mall, we'd have poking wars or he'd tickle me. I'd fall against him and he'd push me back. He would pull me against him and hug me. It was good, clean fun. We passed by Fredrick's (the lingerie store) and he comments on how he's passed the store with so many females, but none of them have ever offered to model anything from that store for him. We laughed at this misfortune, commenting that it was likely that he'd be forty, married and with children, and still, she wouldn't model anything for him. After a lot of wandering, we wandered to the food court where I realized that I probably shouldn't eat because my parents were expecting me back for dinner and would be sorely disappointed if I didn't eat. Silver laughed at me, telling me that I should just tell them that I was having dinner with a boy. Yeah, because that would make them like me more.

So we wandered to Subway and all through it, he was offering to get me something, and when I turned down cookies and chips, he scoffed at the dietary habits of women again. I laughed along and rolled my eyes. I stole half of his large thing Dr. Pepper at dinner, which was basically a session of question-answer that led to more anecdotes and stories. After that, we returned to Barnes and Noble's where we found GnomeMaster (that was so his screen name for so long...) who was an acquaintance that graduated last year. We chatted, talked about college (well, they did) and everything. Every once in awhile, a customer would come by and said acquaintance would help them before returning to chatting.

At 6:15, parents called and demanded me home, so with quite formal goodbyes, I took my leave. I half-listened to Silver quietly slip away with a few "glad to meet yous" and "goodbyes" and was wary of the fact that he was creeping behind me. He tickled me, so laughing, I pulled away and then pulled closer again for a hug. We walked to the door, and at the sidewalk where we had to part ways, I hugged him goodbye. He picked me up off of my feet and while I was giggling a bit, kissed me on the cheek. We parted ways.

Anyways, that was it. Ooh, so I've finally joined Twitter after so many people have been talking about it. ^_^ SBloodmoon.

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