One of my classmates got a call from the campus police during our Alexander Technique class this morning. Someone had found her wallet and turned it in to them and they wanted to deliver it to her. The professor had us all go down with her, and did a little instruction outside while P went over to the police car & got her wallet back. (It's a gorgeous, 70-degree day today - in February!) P came back to the group devastated. Her ID and credit cards were there, but her cash - ALL her cash, apparently - was gone. Gotta love these small theater classes - everyone tried to reassure her, someone mentioned taking up a collection, and if we'd had our wallets with us, she'd probably have had every penny back in the time it took for us to pull out those wallets.
Anyway, I saw her in the atrium shortly after class, with several other theater folks. I tried to give her a little bit of cash, which she refused, insisting that "I'm good." One of the others, also a classmate, told me "You're so cute!" Cute? Um, okay.
Sometimes being so much older than my classmates makes me wonder - what would the reaction have been were I their age, and not the age of their parents?