Third-grade drama

Yes, I'm still here in Mexico. Yes, I'm still teaching. Well, more like glorified babysitting these days. The kids are ready to be done, our curriculum is nearly finished, the World Cup is beginning -- basically, I'm just trying to keep the kids from walking on the ceilings for the next three weeks.

I haven't grown tired of them yet, though. Sure, I'm ready to be done, but somehow, the kids keep me laughing all day. One particular table is especially providing entertainment. My students are divided into groups of five or six for each six-week unit. One group has had a tough time working together recently. They've declared war in the standard third-grade manner: boys versus girls.

Yesterday, the boys of the table were staying late to finish a project. I was tutoring when they came up to me, indignantly holding out a paper that they found "on the floor." It was from a few of the enemy girls. I read it, promised I would talk to the girls, and turned away quickly so they wouldn't see me laughing. For your enjoyment, here are the contents of the note. And look, they wrote in English!

Blue ink: You are good friend!
Pink ink: And you too.
Blue: Thankyou!
Pink: About you want to talk
Blue: About how much we don't like the boys of this table?
Pink: that they are mediocres and bad
Blue: exactly!
Pink: yes.
Blue: I don't like that I do something that he don't like me and he said that he love me!

The note goes on to discuss which boy had altered his affections and why Blue Ink felt the need to use so many exclamation marks. Such sorrow. Maybe I should warn the little culprit that if he doesn't want problems with the girls at his table, he shouldn't promise them his love and then change his mind.