Today I tutored my favorite little girl, Alana.
Is she seven years old? Or eight? I can't remember.
Last week, I gave her a sheet containing 10 spellings that she must learn. If she gets them all right, I told her she'll get a prize.
To be honest, I have no idea what that 'prize' even is.
As soon as I arrived at her doorstep, the little girl opened the door with a big smile on her face and hugged me. So cute!
Then she pulled me inside to the living room, whilst telling me how she kept practicing her spellings over the week and that she's ready for the test.
It was nice to see her so excited. That is what I hoped for. Usually she's bored when it comes to learning, so I have to find different ways to engage her.
"You did remember to bring the prize, didn't you?" She asked. "If you forgot, I'll be very cross."
"Oh, yes, I have it right here in my bag."
I'm sure I could find something in my bag to give it to her.
So I tested her. She got two answers wrong.
I told her I was pleased with her efforts. But this only made her cry. I gave her a sticker and explained that she can try again next week.
That's when her mom entered the room. I made Little Alana cry in the past, but thankfully, I managed to stop her from crying before the mom found out. So today was the first time the mom saw her daughter in tears.
She asked me what was wrong. I calmly explained the situation - even though, inside, I was nervous as hell. Would she hate me for upsetting her kid?
Fortunately, the mom was on my side and told her daughter to cheer up. Phew.
Quickly, we got over that spelling fiasco and moved on with the rest of the tutoring. I got paid for my time - which was enough cash to buy my ear spray.
I took the bus and walked to the pharmacy, which wasn't too far from the health centre. My dumbass was in a hurry so I forgot to bring an umbrella. It was raining and I was soaked the whole way there. I was already sneezing.
I get sick way too easily.
I gave the prescription to the guy behind the counter and he disappeared into the back of the store.
While I waited for him to return, I felt something poke me in the back.
I turned around to see a guy standing behind me. He had his coat hoodie up, covering his hair, so I could barely recognize him at first... until he spoke.
"Hey, smelly breath."
I never thought I'd see him again.
I asked him what he was doing here. He said he was getting some ibuprofen for his little brother.
And then he asked for my snapchat. Apparently he wanted to ask for it back at the health center, but he forgot to. It's so weird how we both wanted to ask the same thing yesterday, but didn't.
Maybe it's destiny that I met this goofball again.
We exchanged our snapchats and the guy behind the counter returned with my ear spray in a plastic bag.
I waved goodbye to my new friend and headed out, embarrassing myself a little when I tried to push open a 'pull' door.
Dylan was the only one laughing at me. Freaking ass.