Since I now have no access to my blog or email at work – I am feeling incredible pressure to write something before I leave for work. And wouldnt you know, for the first time EVER – I’m experiencing writer’s block. So – when all else fails – tell a funny story.
My first few years of college, I made money part time as a math tutor for high school students. It was a flexible job that gave us extra money, which we sorely needed. I had made an appointment to meet a student at my college library one night. He was going to be there anyway, and since he wasnt old enough to drive yet – it was easier for me to meet him there.
I went over to Junkie’s house to drop of LilZoot so she could watch him for me. I got there early, as usual, so I played a bit with Ariel and LilZoot before I left for the library. I finally left for the library and tutored my student for awhile. At one point, I put my hands up on my head to remove the sunglasses holding back my hair (just a subconscious thing – I always have sunglasses holding back my hair). Shit. Those arent my sunglasses.
I was wearing a plastic pink tiara. With plastic rhinestones. In a college library. MY college library where I saw several people I had classes with. WHILE I was tutoring. I was wearing a tiara. I must have forgotten to take it off when I was playing dress-up with LilZoot and Ariel.
I dont know what was funnier. The outfit I was wearing with the tiara? Which consisted of holey jeans, birkenstocks, and a Janis Joplin T-shirt. Or the fact that my student didnt miss a beat with me wearing the tiara.
“Rivers! Why didnt you tell me I was wearing a tiara?”
“I just assumed you knew you were. Who accidentally wears a tiara?”
“And why didnt you THEN make fun of me endlessly for wearing a tiara?”
“You wear a lot of things I dont understand, Zoot, I just learned to ignore it all.”
Yeah. Thanks kid. Just the ego boost I needed. That will be six hundred dollars for this session, by the way, I just upped my rates.