My coteacher held a meeting just before the after-lunch class with all the kids who will be in the English contest on Saturday, so as a class we waited outside. One of my 1-2 favorites, a truly funny individual with a scar on her upper lip who, rock bottom English notwithstanding, is extremely social, tried to read my t-shirt as she walked by.
“I …do-esn’t…ah, mola!”
She stood at the window next to a very advanced individual who impressed both Sarah and I at the Goji and Food one afternoon, told her she wanted my t-shirt.
“She says she want your teacher —ani— t-shirt.”
“She is sad because she is ugly.”
I said, “But you are so funny!” and somehow the whole thing ended with the two of them smacking each others’ butts.