"What? Tim scored so high. How could he not be admitted?" Tracy immediately raised her voice.
"Exactly, how come your sister, a girl, can go to a good university, but I can't?" Tim said disdainfully.
There were things you really couldn't.
My sister was gifted and smart, and extremely self-disciplined.
So she got scholarships every year in college.
After graduation, she also found a high-paying job.
Tim was different.
In his senior year of high school, Tim said he was under a lot of pressure and didn't want to live in the dormitory.
So Tracy took it upon herself to let him move into our house.
Although I had objections in my heart, I thought it was the last year, so I endured it and let it pass.
From then on, Tracy used my high education as an excuse to ask me to help Tim with his studies.
Sometimes I taught him math, and sometimes even physics and English.
I was already tired when I came back from a day's work, and I was really exhausted when I had to tutor a senior student.
However, I was slightly relieved to see that Tim, who was originally an intermediate student, saw his grades improved under my tutoring.
In this way, I spent a whole year on tutoring.