Anyway, the count down was literal today as we taught the little ones a new song about a rocket launching into space, (supported by my hideous drawing of a rocket on the whiteboard which embarrassingly, they later copied). What’s more important however is that they did master the countdown from ten.
The last class today produced the ugly side of teenagers, a case of the leader of a pack, bullying one of the really gorgeous girls. The victim sat, face down at her desk for the entire class, sobbing silently. No one was able to break through, the Khmer teacher, her friends or me. Even gentle hugs and back rubbing failed to produce the slightest reaction. After class, she sat there for another five minutes, refusing to raise her head. I was so frustrated and completely powerless.
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