Back then things where different. We had that little kindergarten on the first floor close to the main gate of our building complex. There was always brillian t sunlight where the trees and flowers grow outside. When I first met Donald he was three going on four. His mother had tried to send him to other places to s tudy but nowhere they were able to control his temper because he screamed in a h igh pitched voice, coughed until he vomited, his body shaking violently, face da rk red and perspiring. Sometimes he ran around, panicking like a wild animal in confinement, surrounded by humans. So all the other kindergartens told his mot her to take him back. Donald was the same when he came to us but my wife earned his trust after patiently sitting with him for many hours every day. Gradually his crying became less. He became more and more interested in learning new thi ngs until of course he remembered he had forgotten to cry.
Although he was very different for the first two or three weeks, he was still ab le to learn. It took him less than a week to memorize two English words for eve ry single letter in the alphabet. When he wrote his math exercises, I explained everything in English and he was able to grasp the meaning learning English and math at the same time. After the first month Donald adapted to this new way of life quite easily. Still being a couple of months away from his fourth birthda y, he meticulously watched the clock every afternoon at 3:00 p.m., asking what t ime it was every minute. He knew exactly that he would go home at four o’clock . When his mother was late he felt betrayed and argued with everyone over“the broken promise.”?
Donald's consuming hobby was the English chat room on the Internet. Once in and having an ongoing conversation, one of the other parties asked him how old h e was.“I'm five years old”came the reply. Nobody believed him.“Get out of here, jerk, and don’t come back!”was the only reaction he got. Donald was quite sad about that. Should he have lied?
A nanny, Mrs. Wang had taken care of Donald until he was three. He loves everyt hing about her. Once he had a big fight with his daddy because he said he wante d to be a doctor and make a lot of money so he could take care of Mrs. Wang and her family. That was his position and he wouldn’t back down from it. Every night before sleep he reads one chapter of The Bible - in English! He told me he cries then, because he can't be with Mrs. Wang.
Donald is six now. I often tell him to write down what he did during the weeken d, or what his plans for the future are or any other subject. Though his grammar and spelling are far from perfect, it is no problem for him to make himself un derstood and write a complete report. Sometimes, when his classmates can't f ollow or don' t know an answer, Donald stands up, face dead serious, announci ng his famous“you are so stupid”. Of course at other times he's just a kid, pretending to be a great kung-fu fighter. And he loves to do chores, always ho ping there are some little things he can help the teacher with.