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My life isn't special, I'm not particularly talented or gifted or even interesting.

I'm not special, I don't stick out like a sore thumb everywhere I go. The only thing exceptional about me is my grades. I don't have a high IQ, I work very hard for each A+ I get, Unlike some people.

Sure I'm not an eye sore, at least I hope I'm not. I think I'm pretty, emphasis on 'think'.

My results at the end of each term are excellent, straight As all round except one subject. A jab in my ego really, a stain on my clean sheet.

Math.

I'm determined to conquer it this term even if it means unconventional methods  like external help. Yes, the dreaded tutoring.

It will work, I know it will. If only we could actually sit down and do some actual work on my mind that didn't 'add' my heart to the equation 

In the end is he only my tutor or something  more?Alle Rechte vorbehalten

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