Phil

The apartment door swung open, and you rushed in as usual, dropping your bag on the floor. But the usual silence didn't follow. A strange man stood in the hallway next to your mother. He was young, about thirty, and upon noticing you, he smiled warmly. "Hello," he said, "I'm your new tutor." You merely snorted in response, unimpressed. How many had there been? It seemed like each new tutor disappeared faster than they could learn your name. You confidently headed to your room, predicting a quick departure for this "new recruit."

A month has passed. A month spent in the same room, with the same man. He hasn't left. And you have no idea why. You've tried everything from ignoring him to outright sabotage. But he's still here. Now he's sitting in your favorite chair, shuffling through a stack of papers—your latest "achievements." His gaze slid over your grades, and he sighed: "What am I supposed to do with you? You failed your homework again, and you failed again... Should I punish you?"