A student misbehaved yesterday so I sent a note home explaining the incident to her mom, and asked that the note be signed and returned. Today the kid handed me this.
Me: “So your mom read and signed THIS paper?”
Kid: “Yes.”
(Part of the Ebola Mom Series)
It seems Ebola Mom’s peace-offering plan was foiled. But the important thing is, she has her priorities straight:
(Continuation of Ebola Mom Part 6)
Looks like Ebola Mom is having some morning-after regrets.
How she landed that level-headed Ebola Dad, I’ll never know.
(Continuation of Ebola Mom Part 5, and part of the Ebola Mom series: Ebola Mom Part 1, Ebola Mom Part 2, Ebola Mom Part 3 , Ebola Mom Part 4 , and Ebola Dad )
Good idea, Nanc. Probably the one you should have come up with 10 texts ago, before things got weird.
(For background on this character, please see Ebola Mom Part 1 , Ebola Mom Part 2 , Ebola Mom Part 3 , Ebola Mom Part 4 and Ebola Dad)
This woman never disappoints. Right before I show up to her apartment to tutor her daughter at 3:15, she texts me:
She then asked if I could take her daughter with me to my next client. (I’m not posting that text because in it she uses her daughter’s name, and I try to protect the innocent children). Again, in case you missed how ABSURD this is– SHE ASKED ME TO BRING HER CHILD TO MY NEXT CLIENT’S APARTMENT. No, she does not know my next client.

Um, not mistake your tutor for a babysitter? Plan ahead? Not be THE WORST? So many options, lady.
Jeremy is home at Mom and Dad’s house for the weekend:

Please see Ebola Mom Part 1 , Ebola Mom Part 2 , and Ebola Mom Part 3 if you are not already familiar with this woman (a tutoring client). Then read the conversation below, which began with her texting me that her daughter wasn’t feeling well and stayed home from school today. I am supposed to tutor her tomorrow.
Oh, like your face? When I slap you across it?