I went in expecting guidance
I went in expecting guidance, clarity, and actual teaching. What I got instead felt like a slow, confusing descent into academic chaos. Every lesson had the structure of someone winging it and hoping confidence alone would carry them through. Spoiler: it didn’t.
Explanations weren’t just unclear — they actively made simple ideas harder to understand. It was like watching someone try to build a puzzle without looking at the picture, then insisting the pieces were the problem. Questions didn’t lead to clarity; they led to longer, more confusing rambles that somehow avoided answering anything directly.
Preparation seemed nonexistent. Sessions felt improvised in the worst way, like the material was being seen for the first time alongside me. There was no roadmap, no sense of progression, no strategy for improvement — just a vague loop of talking around topics without ever landing on them.
Communication outside lessons didn’t help either. Replies were slow or unhelpful, scheduling felt messy, and the overall impression was that organisation and professionalism were optional extras, not basic requirements. It constantly felt like my time was less important than whatever else was going on.
What made it worse was the mismatch between expectations and reality. The service was presented as supportive and effective, but the actual experience felt careless and half-hearted. I didn’t feel like a student being helped — I felt like a timeslot being filled.
By the end, I wasn’t just unimproved — I was more confused than when I started. Confidence dropped, motivation dropped, and the subject felt harder purely because of how it was taught. It’s rare for “help” to actively set you back, but this managed it.
If you’re looking for structure, clarity, and someone invested in your progress, this would not be the place. The whole experience felt like paying for guidance and receiving guesswork instead.