Children of the Revolution
Students from 7 of my 27 different classes. With so many different kids, I haven’t learnt their names, but I will remember many for differing reasons:
some were hard working and eager to volunteer in class;
some were particularly keen and would drill me as we walked to class in order to further practise their English;
some were less keen, and their attempts to disrupt class were both incredibly annoying and amusing;
some were very small, cute and smiley;
some just liked to stroke my arm hair.
1500 kids. 1500 reasons to miss China.