Taiwan is a Large Small Island

I started out as a teacher here, because it's the job that all english speaking immigrants take. I still teach 5 year olds a couple of times a week because it satisfies my emotional requirement of unconditional love from my employees. These particular employees mostly make macaroni plates and color bits of paper that they glue to other bits of paper, some of which is folded, and some of which is glittered or has sequins glued on. They usually do cute things like tell me they're getting married, or gross things, like wipe their buggers on any available surface. Sometimes they unashamedly play with their genitals or dig their asshole in class. I make them disinfect their hands and teach them to say things in English, like "no, I don't want that," or "no, I won't do that," because I want to ruin their parents lives. Next week is "why?" Today, I taught a slew of them the names for celestial bodies in english. We got to Earth, and I showed them a picture, and they shouted out in unison "Taiwan!!!!" I tried to correct them, but they were really insistent. Island people are extremely insular, even the five year olds. We made little paper rockets that you can launch by blowing through a straw. It's a refreshing break from the adult world.