The two girls were having an argument over how they were supposed to complete their homework. One girl insisted that they were supposed to write much more — much more — than I’d required. And she wrote much more. (That’s her in the upper left corner with the puffy jacket on, hair in a bun, looking down at her computer.)

“You know, H, I’m really going to miss you next year,” I said with a laugh when we got everything cleared up. “You’re the type of kid who never takes the easy way out, and that’s going to serve you well as an adult.” She smiled a little (or so it appeared — it’s hard to tell with masks on), thanked me, and headed back to her seat, shooting playful daggers at the girl she’d been arguing with and jokingly hissing, “See? I told you!”