'AH, MA-KU SENSEI DAAAAA!!!!!'
The wait is over.
'It's Mark Teacher', screamed one of the four year-old kindergarten students. The first one to site their p
rey never wastes any time in launching the attack.
A thunderous stampede of tiny, but powerful feet rush to the school entrance, where I'm racing to get my jacket off and indoor shoes on. I've got a bad feeling today. I know they're going to get the better of me.
And sure enough, by the time a dozen of them have gathered around my ankles screaming, smiling, laughing, groping, climbing, I'm already losing balance. With one shoe only half on, my usual ninja-like agility is compromised. 'Oh no', I hear myself half laugh, half cry as I tumble towards the bikes. Staggering and pushing to ensure none of the rug-rats get squashed between me and the unicycles I've just fallen into.
On the bright side though, none of the other teachers saw, so my dignity is still intact. Only me and the kids know, and no-one would believe them anyway.
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