Growing up, I myself struggled in school. My parents were German and never went past the 8th grade. So they were not in a position to help me with my studies. I attended an all-boy’s private high school, where I had many difficulties in keeping up with boys who had better study habits than I did. But as many of us have said at our class reunions, attending Cathedral Latin influenced our lives for the better.
After having graduated from both a two year technical college and a four year engineering college, I have a BS in Electrical Engineering and have spent the last 20 years of my career as a Consultant, training people in various technical fields such as: Reliability Engineering, Maintenance Planning, Project Management and Quality Controls. the one constant I had in providing training was to start with very basic principles and build from there.
In my own case, I tutored my four children over the twenty years or so of their collective school years. Today, each has several degrees. Each of my children come into my den after dinner and go to a board I mounted for them to do their math. They were asked to explain their work as they solved the problems. I wanted them to be able to think on their feet. Aside from learning their math, they also learned excellent presentation skills. To this day all of them make excellent presentations.
Each was given reading assignments from the Greek Classics to discuss at Sunday dinner. The girls were assigned Sophocles' Antigone and the boys read Herodotus' Histories. They all became familiar with Plato's Dialogues, particularly The Meno. Additional reading assignments ranged from Cicero to The Red Badge of Courage and the Great Gatsby.
Poetry was also part of the tutoring I did. The first poem which they all had to recite was Robert Frost's Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. We reviewed the mechanics of the poem, whereby the last word in the third line set the rhyme for the next set of verses and so on. Then as Frost found himself in a trap, he got out of it by repeating himself... and miles to go before I sleep....and miles to go before I sleep. Each had their own ideas as to the meaning of the poem.
I enjoyed tutoring my own children and I feel I may be of some use in tutoring others.
Growing up, I myself struggled in school. My parents were German and never went past the 8th grade. So they were not in a position to help me with my studies. I attended an all-boy’s private high school, where I had many difficulties in keeping up with boys who had better study habits than I did. But as many of us have said at our class reunions,