When I walk into the school playground every morning, I’m greeted with numerous tiny–sometimes sticky, sometimes wet–hands.
KEEEEEEELLLLLLLYYYYYYY!!!!
It’s surprising how quickly kids can bond to you. The first day, I was overdressed (wearing my favorite shift dress with the rest of the teachers in jeans) and awkward, looking at twenty expectant faces: What do I say? How much English do they know, and are they going to give me blank stares?
These kids are pros, however. They’ve had auxiliars before, and their minds have stored away every essential question they want to ask a strange foreigner from a distant land. These questions include, without fail (and usually in this order): Continue reading