Why I Love Teaching - #2 or Why I Prefer the Age I'm At*

On my way home from school last night, I turn on my phone and check the text messages: 

TEXT #1 (from a 9th grade girl student of mine):  "Please, please, please, Miss G., don't let Balentina (not her real name) into our class!!!

TEXT #2 (from same girl):  "She's drama!!" 

Earlier that day: 

GIRL (the same 9th grade girl student coming into my room):  Miss G., did you tell Balentina that she could be in our class?

ME: No, I don't think so. I don't think I even know a Balentina.

GIRL: Well, she said you accepted her into the class and she's been telling everybody all over the school that she's changing her schedule and coming in!!!!!!

ME: Hmmmm. That's news to me. But why does that bother you?

STUDENT: Because we...well...uh, we just...I don't know.

ME: You mean you don't get along?

STUDENT: Yeah. She HATES me because her boyfriend from first grade is with ME now. 

(Whah whah whah.)

*Ending preposition, though not grammatically correct, was intentionally placed at the end of this title.