On Friday, my drama class did performances of their class project. There were a couple new people, so I fit them into groups. And one missing person, who'd notified his group (so they got a new person). The performances went well enough; there were a few laughs. My favorite is that "hola" becomes "holler" in the local accent, and everyone finds that amusing, including me.
After the class, one of the students came up to let me know that she needed to drop the class. I thanked her for participating with her group in the project, even though she knew she'd need to drop.
She gave me one of those wide-eyed looks, and said "I couldn't let my group down!" as if it would be the most impossible thing to even think of letting a group of near perfect strangers down on the second day of a class.
Kids these days, you know?
When I get cranky at my students (and you know I will), I need to remind myself that mostly they're good, thoughtful, caring people who get a bit overwhelmed and nuts sometimes.