On February 20th, one fated day, I came to Fengshan, 3 months to stay. It is a school with girls and boys, who never seem to stop, always running around. The day was soon, that I got my English class. It was 4B, the class I am in now. I start a new lesson today, teaching them poems. These are words written in rhythmic pulse. So to teach this lesson, I write a poem, a story not too fancy, but definitely one that I own. Recalling from day one, I saw a class, quite ok, not too bad, a little talking here and there. I remember my throat was sore, I could not talk the way I should. So there they were, talking here and there, but I could not tell them they had to stop. Still I had a little voice, to tell a boy that talking was not a choice. He heard my bellow, stared right at my face, I saw a bead of sweat streaming down his face. And so he stopped, think he got my point, that talking was not in fashion that day and that it should stop. Later days, I taught them fossils and dinosaurs. We talked about dead lizards that died long ago. I came in each day, with a lesson in hand. Somehow I had to find out how to work these things called visualizer and projector, and somehow plug my thumbdrive into the computer. So I am glad, there was a boy, who often came to fix up these toys. I am glad, now I know how to fix up these toys, But next time I call you, boy, save some of my time and continue to fix up these toys. I taught them comprehension, explaining and explaining, trying to teach a tool for them to think and use. I got the worksheets back, and I thought to myself, “How could they get them all wrong?” Ha ha, alright, I had to say, that passage was not really all that easy to do. Still, can’t you all try a little harder, not rush, think, and get them right? Sigh, maybe next time you will get them right. Then I taught you all explanation text, It needed reading, and I got you to read. But all I hear is a little squeak. I think to myself, can’t you all just be a little louder? It seemed like during recess, you all were shouting at each other! So what the heck, I continued the lesson about explanation text, shared a website, and asked you to do a worksheet. The bell rang, I packed my bag, I walked out of class, and I heard a little voice. Somewhat soft, somewhat shy, A little “thank you” that came in a little girl’s voice. So that day, it was a little happier. To hear a voice that said something nice. I am ending my poem, my gosh! I can write so long. This little song, with no tune, just words. To say what I was thinking, will make my next lesson a little difficult. So I must say, next time, things will be as per normal. After today, I will forget, That I ever wrote this tuneless song. Same things apply, listen to my instructions, do what I say. When I need to talk, listen, When you need to talk, louder so I can listen.