Week Two. Day Three.

God has put so much beauty in each of my students, it is simply a different challenge to find it in each of them. Certainly some wear it right on the top. Some keep it very buried.

I love my students Chinese names and I am trying to learn them. Li Pak Hin. Kwong Ki Fung. Woo Hoi Yin.

The kids are sometimes very naughty. But sometimes they are not. And when we play together there is so much joy.

Shuffle your buns. Is anyone familiar with this game? Big hit. Name Races, not so much. Asking them to teach me Chinese. Win. Group presentations, fail. Most of my students would prefer not to speak up in class, but many of them are very good at speaking English to me.

I move their desks everyday, either in a three sided box or into islands. The students help me translate to one another. My favorite chinese food is Shang Hai Tsow Woo don. I don't know how to write it but my students understand when I say it. I think in many ways it is very unfair that I do not know their language, but I am slowly learning some things. Tom teaches me. Sheng Jiang Je is lift.

The kids loved Enchanted, but not Charlie Brown. Lady Gaga is huge, they didn't know Gandhi though. Although at twelve I probably didn't either. If you're into asking our Father who arts in heaven (finger paint anyone) ask Him for love poured out on Sandy and Vanessa and Li Pak and Marco, and Alex, and Tom, and Handome Boy (this is what he cals himselfO