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Our
course is very nice, but sometimes we play the stupid games. In our class
is twelve kids and sweet teacher Jennifer. |
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We
think that she likes us very much. We want some people in the United States
her age, because Jennifer is in this class for her last semester. We don't
want her to go on, but she must. We very love her, and she loves us too.
But we will always write a letter to her. |
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In
class, everyone likes everyone very much. We are a "crazy little class".
That is our name. We are proud of us, because we are smart kids in big
Poland.
We be in class because we
want learn good English, and we want be in USA. Listen, talk and have some
friends.
Anywhere, we be best friends
and we want to be only in that class, and nothing else. |
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As
you can tell, this is a sweet class to work with. Sometimes they talk to
each other too much in Polish, but they are always eager to tell me about
their lives and to explain Polish ideas.
I guess like in the States
right now, they are all excited about Titanic, and all the girls love to
listen to Celin Dion.
We laugh together at our
stupid games of password and pictionary.
Starting next week, we hope
to write email to pen pals in the United States.
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