“Mom, I don’t want a high school tutor! What if he’s someone from school? That would be awkward, and what if I make a fool of myself? They’ll probably tell everybody in the whole school!” I argued. “Tegan, I can’t do anything now. It’s too late.” My mom said, like, it was nothing. “Mom, come on! I’d rather take an old guy! Alone!” I pleaded. “Tegan, I already told you. It’s too late. That’s final. You’re going.” My mom ordered. I gave up, knowing I couldn’t win against my mom. It was final. I was getting guitar lessons from some kid. Nothing bad could happen, right?