I did not even told my first day with the trolls of 3 years. I was warned: "You see, they are alive."
I told myself, worry, I'm 1.82 m, so in the worst case happen to me the greatest knee. In addition, there have evolved a number of years, almost as many years that they will need to moult their turn finally to the case of boys. In short, I had staked everything on a factor, a single factor unstoppable: I will impress them. Ben
in fact, it did not work, but then not at all. I mimicked black anger, which is located just before the physical violence, well, "rin to fucks". You can yell all you want, or I smile at you, or I look away, or I quietly continues to do what I did.
What I underestimated was the number. Obviously, 26 x 80 cm, it's more than 1.80 m. Obviously, 26 screams of kids, it makes only one adult voice, even a big voice that mimics the anger really well. And the worst thing they did not even consult, they do everything in improv, that's their weapon. I had prepared activities
crazy, that one ended with a reproduction of a Picasso pastel which I was generously offered by one of them, I already had a tear in his eye what a beautiful job, the other by a human pyramid with one or two flips if I had time to teach them. I did not even manage the first to make them stay together at the table more than 3 minutes (yes, the time you catch one that goes, the others fled, it was a diversion and I fell in), and the second to have the silence to utter the word "pyramid". At one point they were all sitting in the gym for at least 20 seconds, and it started from all sides. I watched with anxiety the situation get away quickly, so I grabbed a tambourine to strike as hard as possible, make noise, listen to me now, but I did not know was that in the previous Instits even tambourine was the starting signal the race in all directions, shouting loudly. Solitude Solitude ....
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