We struggle through story structure and group story building. At the end of class I say to their teacher that I'm not sure this group will do it. Maybe they'd rather not. It doesn't seem worth the struggle. I think to myself, that if the rest of the classes are this tough, I've come a long way to do next to nothing.
Failure is a hard word to swallow.
My throat is sore and my face hurts. I think I'm coming down with something. The next class is the seniors. They're miles different. For one thing, they're older and more poised.