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Why I Tutor- For the Love of Learning
It was seventh grade and I was raking in mostly C's on my report card. The transition into middle school was proving to be a rough one. I stuffed my locker so full of papers and books that, at first, it would dump onto my head when I opened it. Later, it would get so stuffed that the built in lock would actually break forcing me to keep all my things in a file box kept in the corner of my English teacher's classroom. In almost every class, my assigned seat was next to one of
