strange days indeed

when i turned fourteen, i used all of my birthday money to buy a pair of binoculars. i'm still strange. today, i had to help a 'learning disabled' kid take the mcas exam. i was his scribe. i wanted so badly to help him write a good essay, but my job was just to write whatever he dictated to me, and his response did not answer the question at all! also, when he dictated 'big' words, i had to ask him to spell them (since spelling counts toward your final mark), and he was dyslexic! it was so sad. later in the day, i had to monitor the other students who were taking the exam, answering questions and checking for cheating. one boy asked me for help and this happened:me: what's up?boy: how do you spell 'wasn't'?me: i'm not allowed to tell you how to spell anything (in my mind, i was wondering how a 16-year-old wouldn't know how to spell this). why don't you try sounding it out?boy: i can't spell it! how can i sound it out?me: well, think of what sound it starts with, then go from there.boy: w....me: ok, what comes next?boy: ummmm, u???i thought he was doing some serious piss-taking at this point, but he seemed genuinely upset. my job is so depressing.as a side note, i am watching anderson cooper 360 on cnn and just realised that his commercial outro song is 'jenny was a friend of mine' by the killers. that's just weird.