Yeah, no. Don’t have anything.
Just that I’m a tutor. I work and I survive the entire three hours and don’t have to take a nap afterword to recover. It’s great.
I get paid a “confidential” amount which may or may not be slightly more than minimum wage and slightly less than the wages at my former workplace.
On the plus side, I now know what a nephron is.
I was told to “float” around the center for my first hour of work, checking in on the tutors in any of the four classrooms and helping where I was needed.
I stepped into one classroom. I saw math books and a bunch of high school looking students. I slowly backed out.
The rest of my floating was helping a fifth grader with her science homework. That’s when I learned about nephrons.
It was perfect, because immediately after that I was in charge of helping one kid finish all his homework for the day, and he was in the same class. Those nephrons got owned. I wish I could have made a pun about the nephrons…getting…filtered or something, but I’m not that much of a nerd.
I just wrote a blog post about how I’m tutoring kids in science, but still.
That was my day.
I also called one of my best friends at 1:46am her time, and she called me back three seconds later. You know you have a good friend when you call her just a little before 2am and she’s ready to answer.
I miss her.
We’re gonna talk tomorrow.
Lata skaters. Enjoy your lives. Hopefully all your nephrons are functioning properly. Or at least a million of them are. I don’t know how many can stop functioning before you get some serious urinary issues. I hope they’re all functioning anyway.