Every day, at 8.30 all kids go down to the schoolyard, where they do a little dance to a Vietnamese song.
It’s funny to watch as some of them are not enthusiastic about it at all. The enthusiasm starts where the song is over and it’s time for breakfast.
My enthusiasm starts there too, as I go up the school stairs to my safe spot, far from the screaming children and never stopping attention on their only foreign English teacher.
It’s time to take a deep breath.
O.
away-we-go 