A Metaphysical Day

I have been tutoring for some time now...
I've always been fond of teaching, and have been a TA for two semesters now.
With perhaps a desperate need of some more cash,
I started tutoring high school math as well, besides all the TA jobs.

I guess my teachings have been improving.
More and more students are coming to my TA sessions,
and to be honest, I am having a little hard time managing all the questions being thrown in two hours per session.

The thing is economics is always easier to explain compare to math with examples around.
But none the less, my first love is the mathematics.

I have been tutoring trigonometry, and it had been fun.
I don't remember liking it so much, but it was great to go through the math again,
and after so long, I still remember all and can prove without a hesitation.
Of course, having been a math major for five years should be something.

Anyway, my student today got news that he got an A+ on last exam,
which made me exhilarate of the tired day... But that was onl　y at noon...

After hearing the news, I went to groceries,
and on my way home,
in the bus, one　 old man passed away (or at least that's what everyone around believed that time). He was sitting two seats away from the driver, started to breath hard, was more pale than his white hair, and started to lean on one　 side, and didn't move. He didn't respond to people shaking or shouting...
In turn, everyone had to get off the bus and had to wait for another bus.
Soon, the police came and so did another bus.
It was a real freaking thing. I was just standing like 2-3 meters away from him with all the bags on both hands. I have been to funerals, but I have never been at the moment of someone's death.

That just calmed my soul today...
And it slowed my day again.