so like yesterday....i went to tutor a kid called Lucas at his house. i told ya'll about him, so i won't go around on it again...so i was waiting for his babysitter to finish up her stuff, and then take lucas with her to go pick up her sister laverne @ some kind of english program called m.i.t. (::shrug::). so while i was waiting, i decided to sit at the piano and check out what lucas and laverne were learning...i heard a large bthooom as a volleyball was kicked against the closet. as the words "don't" as in "don't do that cuz you're going to break something" came out of my mouth, he kicked the ball right into a mirror right next to the closet.
it shattered and fell.
he gave me this big huge wide eyed look...said "my mom's going to kill me." and then promptly starts crying.
so he's all trippin and flippin out cuz his mom's going to kill and god's going to kill him because there was some kind of religious spiritual thing behind the mirror and all...
and to make a long story short, i stay an extra hour, call his mom for him and tell him everything's gonna be ok, and he turns out ok...
we'll see how he is on monday...
anyhooo...right now underpressure to get going and move ass faster...
soo will post later...
tata! tata!! hahahaahahhaa- dOH!!!
