My fourth school year tutoring up in Harlem drew to a close on Tuesday. By 11th grade I just don't understand any of the math anymore, but I'm still going.
Something I encountered on the way up: a jungle's worth of plants for sale on the street.
First wave of kids arrives.
A major tutoring responsibility: setting up tables and chairs, then taking them down a little later.
Chamacos
Although the program is called "Hotdogs and Homework" I've only ever had hotdogs there once. Usually it's pizza. But on special days, Taco Bell!
And on even more special days? Root beer floats, although most of the kids just opted for cups of ice cream.
It wasn't all partying Tuesday night, though. We still dug out books to force the kids to read if they didn't bring any work with them (on account of it being "the last day" and who works on the last day?)
Studious faces. Ok. One of these kids is not studying. And it's Christian.
Back to partying.
This looks like a group photo opportunity begging to happen
Begs obliged
Some people want to be photo'd more than others
Tutoring every Tuesday night, why do we do it? Probably for the half-finished Thank You cards.
