Nothing to see here.

How I loathe this whole diary concept.

So I got a job. Interesting little thing. I am a tutor.
Yes indeed, slash mentor, but teaching being the first priority.
Now that's ludicrous enough, having to imagine me with someone of a young and susceptible age being at the mercy of my whims. But it gets only better.
He's in fourth grade. Not bad.
Doesn't really explain why he needs a tutor.
He has ADHD.
Oh. Well that's shedding a bit of light on there. I can see now why he might be in need of some extra assistance.
He has mental seizures, which he combats with memory loss inducing drugs.
Shit. That's not good at all.
So I (ha! misanthropic) am now thrust into the position of a moral and intellectual shepherd, (i use shepherd, because the mother has asked me to also talk to him about God and such from time to time. You know; "God loves you even though you aren't exactly the best of kids.") GREAT.
$15/hr /2 hrs/3 days/a week.
Barely worth it. But a job is a job. Despite how wrong it feels.
I wish I had more to update on.

(working on writing something again.)