Last night, I tried to help my nephew with his math homework, he Hates math just like any other high students that I know. That makes me remembering of the days when I used to be in school, how strickly my father used to make sure I completed all my work regardless how tired I was (kind of like the "tiger mom", yeah! We are asian-Chinese). My nephew was complaining all the way, when I left him to do it on his own (following my examples and the text book), he just stared in blank space and said "I don't know." FYI.. never paid attention when he was taught in class and by me. By 9:45pm, grandmother hugged him and said ,"poor baby, are you tired?" his aunt said "he needs to sleep". Well that's the end of my lesson for the night.  Good God, where were they when I was 15.