:|

Today I became really angry with some of the 8th graders I was tutoring because every single one of them had either a) lost their assignment that was due in next week or b) didn't write down what the assignment was or c) did the assignment and their mum threw it away by mistake/their little brother ripped it up.

And it was the straw the broke the camel's back, so I stopped by their mother's house to ask her to help her kids organise a space where they could put all their work so that they wouldn't lose it / get it wrecked by little kids. (so that she'd know what was going on, and doesn't blame the tutor when they get crap marks for their assignments!)

She cracked it. She started yelling at her kids, threatening to take away their computer games (Me: it's not about that, it's just about organisation...) then saying she was going to hit them and what not if they didn't shape up.

My dad says that all the time, so I figured it was just a Vietnamese parent thing.

But when I came back an hour later to drop off something, one of my students was crying and his hand was bleeding because he'd been hit by a metal rod some time ago.

Omg.

The other brother was just sorta grinning like he was used to it and told me not to worry, that they didn't hate me.

Omg.

I don't know what to do.