This is dear Russell. Russell... er... he... makes me scream alot. He's really adorable, but every few minutes I'd have to go "Russell! Color!" or "Russell! Sit Down!" or "Russell! Don't drop the crayons, PLEASE!" or "Russell! Your water bottle!"

He loves walking around the class as a Power Rangers character, or Spiderman, or Transformers, or... Ultraman?

A really active and animated boy. Has lots of stories to share.
He has a real, tamed tiger at home, and he loves petting the tiger.
He has real swords like Power Rangers' at home, for him to fight off bad-guys.
He has ghosts at home, too.
Can any of you beat that?






Now, my lil 5-yr-olds have this funny habit. After every toilet trip, I'd usually walk behind them to make sure they all get back to class safely. But these kids are cheeky! They would all run to the classroom, and hide under the desks. How to get them all out? I have to wail "Where are my babies?! Where's Russell? Where's Yolanda? Where's ... " until my voice gets way too high-pitched, then and only then they would resurface. And they don't just resurface, they would all squeal and giggle and scream with glee!






Oh and another thing, they're pretty vain and camera-sensitive too.


So there. That's all I have for today. More next time. Am way too tired already. Wrote this entry with my eyes swollen and stinging. Fun.

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