Being a tutor who works at my college’s writing center is like. Yes i am severely underpaid but also my favorite professors are sending little freshmen my way who write such young and lovely words. Just when I calmly decide that I will lose my mind after the umpteenth business-or-maybe-accounting-major-who’s-prof-assigned-the-writing-center-as-part-of-the-credit-for-the-essay-and-they-don’t-give-a-shit waltzes, hands me horrendous smelly prose that reeks unrighteously of struggle, boredom and convolution, just when the film of hopelessness begins to cloud my bloodshot eyes… the next appointment walks in, and she soaks my soul in hope for the future of writing through her glorious, concise, well-organized, interesting, captivating APA formatted essay on the first African American woman who flew into space. And I learn something new. And she learns how to insert page numbers. And I learn something new.