My Tutor is a Creep

“My Tutor is a Creep”

If you didn’t already know, the MCAT is that dreaded exam that future doctors need to ace to get into medical school. For some, it is the most important exam they will ever take in their lifetime. Acing the MCAT requires months of diligent studying and thousands of dollars in preparation materials. This is the exam that will make or break you.

I once went on a date with a guy who went all the way to Poland for medical school. Great MCAT score, decent grades. One screw up and you’re on the ship out.

Somewhere else in this pool of men was another studying for the MCAT. He was in the library two to three times a day while I was celebrating my last weeks of college. How do you think that panned out?

Anyway, one of my best girl friends from high school is currently studying for this exam. I don’t know what she hates more, the fact that she studies for 8 hours a day, or her tutor, an anesthesiologist who smokes hookah during their tutoring sessions. “Do these questions and I will be back,” he would say.

He is so comfortable with Pam, that he asks her to set him up on dates with her friends. Pam’s house is always filled with 22 year old girls.

“His students and their friends are potential dates,” Pam’s dad said. “But these girls don’t have the patience for old and overweight doctors.”

“He just made it difficult for me to function,” Pam said. “I had to fire him.”

Pam is so unemotional and blunt, that firing him was like brushing her teeth in the morning, simple and necessary. And luckily, I had front row seats.

“I don’t care what your argument is. I don’t need your tutoring services anymore. I am cutting inefficient things out of my life and you are one of them,” Pam said to her tutor.

“How can you say we don’t get any work done? We have come a long way,” he responded. He was desperate.

“I have reached a plateau and there is nothing more you can do for me,” she said coldly.

How could he question Pam? She is no joke.

“We are sitting there, studying, for 8 hours. It is astonishing how much we get done given how much I despise him,” she told me. “And he is unreliable, sometimes he shows up three hours late.
When I asked her how her tutoring sessions went, this was her response. “Sometimes, he will ask me to do a problem and I will reply with, “I want to take this pen and stab you in the eye.” Interesting, I thought to myself, he is actually eliciting serious emotion out of Pam. This is bad.

“Are you going to get another tutor,” I asked. “Not right now, I think I have PTSD, I cannot handle another tutor.”

When Pam’s mother came downstairs to talk about her decision in firing the tutor, she sighed and said, “Bee, can you pass me the chocolate?”

Rough times.

The man is clearly upset, but that is not her problem. Don’t get me wrong, she learned a lot, but how long did he honestly expect to stick around for? Now he can smoke all the hookah he wants, but on his own time.