I've been tutoring some students in Math...(I think, through many posts, that's pretty clear).
I spent Thursday making photocopies of some cumulative worksheets from the back of the textbooks...then, since there are no answers in the book, I did each of the worksheets myself to have the answers ready. (Only three grades at about 22 pages each...it only took me about ten hours)
When Chris and Daina came home that day, I felt a little foolish for having spent so much time on 5th and 6th grade Math. I could hear some logical thoughts in my head: "you're wasting your time...they don't even really care."
Then, this morning, as I was laying around watching Alias, three girls showed up at the door with their Math books, pencils and paper...they said, "We're learning today, right?" Since I was in pajamas and realized I hadn't made enough copies, I told them to meet me later on...and Chris and I ran to town to finish copies (and buy dog leashes, but that's another story).
We met at Lydia's and the girls worked on Math while Chris lead a boy's Bible study and discussion...then, Moses arrived with a clipboard of papers--old Math tests that he had marked the questions he needed help with.
I gave the packets to the kids with instructions to finish as much as they could before we meet tomorrow. During dinner, I got a phone call from a few of the boys asking questions about the Math homework.
I have, literally, never been as excited for end of the year exams. If test scores go up--even two points each--that will make this so worth it...