“Sorry I didn’t wish you a happy birthday yesterday. I was just really busy.”
— student, age 10
As I’m rifling through my work bag looking for a pencil during my tutoring session, the kid spots my pile of student-made birthday cards.
Kid: “Wait a minute– is it your birthday?!”
Me: “Yes it is!”
Kid (adorably overexcited): “Oh my gosh!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
Me: “Thank you!”
Kid: “I can’t believe it’s your birthday and you’re HERE. In MY apartment! Tutoring ME!”
Yeah I guess that is pretty sad.

Eric challenged me and his friend Ari to a “Workweek Hustle,” so I spent all week strapping my FitBit to the most hyperactive kid in my class.
#strategy

(Part of the Ebola Mom series)

I was going to bring a handwritten thank you note next week, but now you can go fuck yourself.
Also, I gave the cookies to a homeless man.
Kid: “I can’t believe you ran such a long race in that cold weather yesterday!”
Me: “Hah, I know! It was VERY cold and windy!”
Kid: “You must have been FREEZING!”
Me: “I sure was!”
Kid: “Yeah, but I bet you didn’t even care because you were so happy that you worked hard and reached your goal!”
Me: “Exactly!”
Eh. I was pretty fucking miserable.
