Ambushed

Molly is the absolute best. We had that study time again on Thursday because there was snow on the ground. Molly's homeroom teacher took their class out for a snowball fight, She ran into my class, and up the aisle to my desk.
"Would you like to have a snowball fight!?" She jumped a little.
"Can I just leave class like that?"
"Yes! I think it's okay!"
I grabbed my gloves and we ran to the courts, Molly quickly stopping to tell the teacher she's taking me out of class.
At first it was just her class out there, but soon some elementary and middle schoolers came out as well. With every new kid outside the atmosphere heightened with excitement, and before we knew it half of Molly's class was ambushing us (me, Becky, Marcus, Hannah, Rebecca) with snowballs.
"1 ... 2 ... 3!" A wall of snowballs hit us.
"1 ... 2 ... 3!" Another.
We tried to retaliate, but Becky and I were the only ones with gloves, and I gave one of mine to Molly. Unfortunately, Becky's two hands and my one were no match for the 15 or so others pelting us from all sides.

The first class of the day was politics, taught by my homeroom teacher. He talks about politics, an acropolis, Marx, Mao, the Renmibi (China's currency) and the US vs. China. A kid in Hannah's class told her he was saying that America has too much freedom, and someone else calls him the propaganda teacher.

In between classes, Gaoyinghua, the girl who went to Boston over break came up to me with a new yellow frisbee.
"Sine it broke yesterday I went out and bought a new one!"
Someone in Becky and Hannah's class did the same. It's nice to know they're having as much fun as we are all during lunch.

Everyone had to have their eyes checked in PE. Viviane massages her eyes while in line, but it didn't seem to do much. Based on the amount of Chinese people with glasses and how poorly my class did on their eye tests, I think it's safe to say that Chinese people, on average, have terrible eye sight. On a scale of 1 - 5.3, I received a 5.2 and the class ooo'ed and ahhh'ed, which in China sounds like "whaaaaa."


After lunch my class had our elective English course, taught by a teacher from America who's at Jingshan for two years. Her lesson was on Valentine's day. She started class off by asking what comes to mind when they hear "Valentine's Day."
"Girls," said one kind in the front row. Everyone laughed.
"Chocolate," said another. They laughed again.
Later in the lesson she went over different ways to tell someone you care about them. After providing a list of her own, she asked for suggestions.
"Like Joey," said the same kid in the front row. "How yoou doooin'."
Other suggestions were: "I can't hate you anymore." And, "You're my honey."