This is my class.

One of them at least. They are the smallest kids I teach, the most annoying but also the sweetest. Annoying because they know not yet about the authority of the teacher. If they want to play, they play, if they want to cry, they cry... They are like forces of nature, you must obey their dictates, you may steer a little, but you cannot control. This is, on the one hand, because there are 60 of them, crowded together in a room with bad air. On the other hand, this is because some of them don't even speak much Chinese yet. For example the little girl on the left lower corner. She has two states of being: Smiling and Sleeping. Speaking, however, is not one of them. She is really cute, but, I must say, her English leaves things to wish for. On the opposite end, (right corner, against the wall) we have one of the troublemakers of the class. The little punk likes to distract others, and is easily distracted. However, he is also very intelligent, instantly picking up English phrases and using them. In the end, I love all of these kids, they teach me a lot, perhaps more than what I get to teach them.