Polar Opposites--Spawns of the Devil vs. Angels

Alright. Deeeeeep breath. In....out....in....out. Whhhewwwwww. I think I will tell first about the evil devil make-me-homicidal children. To get it out of my system. So it doesn't stew inside of me. So I don't spontaneously erupt into a flaming mass of angst and fury. The culprits are Dima (NOT my cute wonderful Dima--Devil Dima), Maryika, and Kate. Rrrr. RRRR! These three are the usual miscreants, along with a few others that join in now and then. Devil Dima thinks he is the most important person in the world and that nothing anyone says contrary to that should have the privilige to grace his ears, so he will totally ignore it. According to him, he is always right, he is the smartest kid in the class and doesn't need to listen, and if he decides to listen, it is because he is feeling particularly gracious at that moment. His parents spoil him and do everything for him and don't listen to anyone who says he is anything other than a wonderful, perfect little angel. ... ........... sigh. And then there is Maryika. Maryika is a female version of Dima. Both of them speak Russian like crazy. I'll tell them (nicely first, then progressively more stern and pretty soon there is nothing left to do but grab them by the shoulders and yell it at them) to stop, and they roll their eyes and say, "No Russian, only English." And then turn right back around and speak Russian again. They are pros at ignoring the teachers. Kate will come up and give me hugs and want to chat and be all cuddly, but she does what she wants and doesn't listen to anyone either. She rattles off in Russian all the time, too. Sigh. Basically, I am just hoping and praying that none of them decide to come back for another session. Or I might just have to call a hitman. Something tells me that in this part of the world that wouldn't be too difficult. Alright, I've had enough angst for one day. I need to think about wonderful sweet tender adorableness. I need to think about my favorite child in the entire camp--Cute Dima (as opposed to Devil Dima). Last night we did our Farewell Spectacular, and it was super fun. We all dressed up in craziness and did our hair and makeup a bit wild. We sang a silly roll-call song and did a goofy leg dance (one person on the floor is the legs, the other sits on top of them and is the rest of the body...silliness all around) and then each of our classes got up and performed something. Some did songs, some did dances. My class did a round of Boom Chicka Boom, and then my Cute Dima sang a song...let me just tell you. The day before when we were deciding what to do for the show, he asked if he could recite a poem "in the English language" and I said of course! When we were practicing later that afternoon, he said he didn't want to do his poem at practice because it was a surprise for the show. Hmm...suspicious...but okay, Dima, you are my favorite boy ever, you could ask me for my soul and I would probably give it to you. So, then we are at the show...it's Dima's turn. The kids are being roudy so I wait til they are quiet to give him the microphone. I sat down on the side of the room and Dima starts his song. Set to the tune of "Dashing through the Snow" he sings "Hannah is beautiful of all." I wish I could remember all the words. I recorded it, but my camera cut it off in the middle of it. One line said something about how all of the American girls are pretty, but Hannah is Beautiful of All. Oh, and he started by saying, "This is a song I wrote for my favorite teacher." It was the most tender thing I have ever heard. I LOVE that boy. Such an unbelievably sweet boy. I will show any who want to see it my recording of his song (I can't upload it to the blog due to technical retardedness on my part). It made coming to Ukraine worth it though, because it was the most hilariously sweet thing ever. Honestly, if I met someone that was just like Dima only older (sort of a lot older...like fifteen years or so older...) I would be madly in love. He is just too sweet for words!