Pony: It's that time of year again
10.27.2005

No, I'm not referring those last precious few days before paper pumpkins and witchy silhouettes get replaced by spray-on snow and tinsel.

I am talking about tutor time.
This year I get a boy.
Grade seven.
Reads like grade four.

All bets are on whether I can get him to love reading by the end of the year.

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