[ As a tutor, Zephirin isn't the type to dish out undue praise, but he is patient, his explanations concise and straightforward. Where Francel needs a nudge in the right direction, he encourages the younger boy to consider the problems before him until the equations to solve no longer seem to consist of gibberish.
Francel's errant lock of hair catches Zephirin's eye again as he glances up from his page of notes. ]
That would have been my guess. I had him last year, and most of the class found his teaching difficult to follow — but we survived.
[ In other words, despite Mr. Lamberteint's roundabout methods and Francel's resulting math struggles, there is hope.
Finally, nearing the end of Francel's homework, Zephirin lifts his hand to bring the boy's hair to his attention at last, before they wrap up today's session. ]
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Francel's errant lock of hair catches Zephirin's eye again as he glances up from his page of notes. ]
That would have been my guess. I had him last year, and most of the class found his teaching difficult to follow — but we survived.
[ In other words, despite Mr. Lamberteint's roundabout methods and Francel's resulting math struggles, there is hope.
Finally, nearing the end of Francel's homework, Zephirin lifts his hand to bring the boy's hair to his attention at last, before they wrap up today's session. ]
...Francel?