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  • I'm still here,
    at this Summer School,
    tired, aching, but enjoying the moments.

    The moments are the best,
    like the Chinese kids requesting 'Baby Baby Baby' by that Justin Beiber,
    and then singing along ecstatically at the Disco.

    Or another of our chinese students,
    whose English name, Marshall,
    is after the rapper Eminem.

    He knows all the words to all his songs,
    I know,
    because he proved it. And it was phenomonal.

    There's the Ukrainian guy whose a magician in the making.
    I cannot wait for the Talent Show on Wednesday night,
    his slight of hand is genius and he always puts on a show.

    Even the quiet Russian, who hadn't said a word or made an effort
    until tonight, when out of nowhere, like he'd been waiting for the perfect opportunity,
    he danced his feet off his legs in a manner much cooler than I.

    The picture shows the physical rewards that the Chinese left when they disappeared on Saturday,
    some for Hope, for joy, for comfort.

    Two bookmarks that symbolised Patience (I think, and hope).

    But I didn't come here for these trinkets, that no doubt I'll keep,
    but instead for the experience, and the memories,
    the ones that will shape future decisions,
    remind me that I'm capable of things,
    that I have 'the teachers voice',
    that even those who don't speak your language can learn to understand you, and you them.

    Maybe next Summer I'll step it up,
    and instead of letting them come to me,
    I'll go to them.

    Or maybe, maybe I'll just wait and see. That seems to be working, so far.
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