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Despite my sudden thirst for reading educational and enriching materials after three months of being academically void, my heart still reaches out to the fiction section of the library, hands brushing the covers of the chick lits. Anyway, I had $0.30 fine under my name and to my dismay I couldn't borrow any books until I pay up. And I realised that this is ever since April. I am really slow. I thought it was $6.00 or more that you are not allowed to borrow till you pay up.

Red Herring: something intended to divert attention from the real problem or matter at hand

Green Horn: an untrained or inexperienced person.


One of my tuition kids asked me what is 'red herring' and I have no idea what this idiom means. Admit it, even being a tuition teacher, you are expected not to know everything. A teacher, a doctor, a lawyer would once upon a time stumple upon something that need answers they do not have. I was just wondering about this the other day, so how do we conceal from these inquisitive kids that you actually know no better than them?

Most of the time I would say, "Why don't you think and tell me once you know?".
I think I need more than that now LOL.

Guess we'll always have new things to learn every day.

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