Whew. 2 down, 13 to go.

First class: I go in, all in all a nervous wreck, look at the guys, and turn into a pile of goey mass. They were sooooooo cute! 16 year old little guys, witty, clever, and abso-bloody-lutely cute as teddy bears in a toy shop window.

They warmed up to me, and I was so glad to have got them as my class, and I would have hugged all of them then and there... but that would have come out as strange so I didn't. Still, the urge was there.

There I go again. All it takes is cute children, and I go back to Miss "oh kids! give us a cuddle!". Have I mentioned I have a strange personality? If not... I should have. Long ago.

But they were sooooooooooo cute!