As you may remember, I have a Spanish tutor whom I absolutely dread meeting with every week. He makes me jumpy and nervous, and it seems like I can never settle down on weekends until I've had my dreaded hour and a half with him.
But he's a nice man. He's really sweet. I just couldn't think of a nice way to say, "This isn't working out. You're too picky. I hate repeating myself over and over because you can't hear me BECAUSE YOU'RE OLD AND DON'T HAVE HEARING AIDS." So every week I suck it up and try to improve my Spanish.
Well, today I took advantage of the fact that the spring quarter is ending to say, "Y'know, I don't think I'm going to be studying Spanish over the summer, so let's put a moratorium on the tutoring sessions, OK?" So we won't be meeting every week. WHEW. Such a relief. I can feel myself relaxing, just knowing that I won't have to struggle each week to please his extremely-picky standards.
Part of me does feel bad, though. He really is such a nice man.