Working on a summer newsletter writing project with a middle schooler….
Me: “So what do you think you want to write about for your editorial piece? What’s an issue you are passionate about?”
Student: “I was going to write about about making the food in the school cafeteria better, because it’s pretty gross.”
Me: “Oh, great idea!”
Student: “But then I changed my mind, but I don’t know if you’ll let me write about it.”
Student: “I really want to write about what happened in Virginia, and how sad it makes me feel, and how I think we should all spread love and not hate. And how I think racism is wrong. And I know this might be weird but can I add an obituary section? I want people to remember the girl who died, Heather. I think she was a good person and people should remember her.”
Started with a new client today.
Me: “So, kiddo, anything you think I should know before we begin?”
Kid: “My mom has a boyfriend who she kisses on the mouth.”
Needless to say she’s my new favorite.
“No, but I did poop right before you got here.”
— Kid, when I asked if he did his homework.
Kid goes to the bathroom during our session. He leaves the door open, so I can hear him peeing, and I can also hear him NOT wash his hands.
Kid (running out of the bathroom): “Ok done! Ready!”
Me: “No, no, no sir. Turn right back around and wash those hands.”
Kid: “But I did!”
Me: “I did not hear the sink running.”
Kid: “That’s because I used spit!”
A potential client called to inquire about writing lessons for her son
Potential Client: “I just want my kid to know how to write. In complete sentences. With punctuation and real words. Everything today is text-speak and emojis, I feel like he isn’t getting reinforcement for actual WRITING, and that’s still a skill that is extremely important, you know what I mean?”
I got the job.
I actually love a good crying, meltdown tantrum during a tutoring session because it provides me with really valuable practice for the kind of mother I plan to be.
A really mean, unfair, impatient one.
That moment 10 minutes into your FaceTime tutoring session with a 4th grader when you realize the backdrop he’s curiously staring at behind you is no less than 13 bottles of liquor, plus a spoon holding a wine opener hostage with a gun.
Tutoring an 8 year old…
Me: “We’re going to have our Wednesday session on Monday instead, because I’m going to see Hamilton on Broadway.”
Kid: “Alexander Hamilton?!!!”
Me: “You know who he is?”
Kid: “Yes! A bastard, orphan…”
Me: “Oh, yikes, ok…”
Kid: “…son of a whore– AND a socks man! Which I think means he has a lot of socks. Or maybe he SELLS socks?”
Me: <head in hands>
Kid: “I’m not sure what a whore is, though.”
Tutoring a 7-year-old…
Kid: “How old are you? 21?”
Me (laughing): “No, close though. 35.”
Kid: “35?! So then you have kids, right?”
Me: “No, I do not.”
Kid: “But you’re older than 30. Everyone older than 30 has kids.”
Me: “That’s not true at all, lots of people over 30 don’t have kids, and many choose to never have kids.”
Kid: “No, all adults have kids.”
Me: “So, again, not true. I would LIKE to have kids, though. But not yet. I JUST got married!”
Kid: “But you don’t have to be married to have kids.”
Me: “Well, yes, THAT is true.”
Kid: “You don’t even have to be a mom and dad to have kids– you can be two moms or two dads. Or just a mom or just a dad.”
Me: “That is absolutely true as well.”
Kid: “I know. Duh.”
Me: “It’s funny to me that you know all THAT, but you don’t know that lots of people over 30 don’t have kids.”
Kid <thinks about it…then shrugs>: “I know what I know.”
Tutoring 2nd grade boy in the public library….
Kid: “So now you have a husband?”
Kid: “Before he was your husband, were you guys dating?”
Me: “Yes, we were.”
Kid: <Dramatically puts head in hands, pulls at his hair, and makes extremely loud, prolonged barfing sound. Entire library stares.>
Me: “I know. I completely agree.”