Lest you think all my students are sweet gift-bearing pupils, let me burst the bubble by sharing this creepy anecdote from today:
I was playing a game with my intermediate teens where we'd throw a ball around, and when you caught it, you had to say a colour. We ran out of the standard colours pretty quickly, so the kids were trying to think up more creative ones.
Cue Dima asking me, "What is the colour of a dead person who has been killed in a fire?"
Umm...gee, I don't know you sick kid, charred flesh? What kind of question is that???
So you see, along with charming flower-givers I also teach homicidal pyromaniacs. Charming.