The story I write by now is a dream at the day befor yesterday.

I had dreamed the seven-day training of the high school students, who are my army brothers. At the first time, I walked towards the classroom and stood in the front of the blackboard, facing the 80 students. I said, ‘ everyone must be learn to obey my rule, or everything that you, all of you, ask for is nonsense o speak.’ OK. I had started to teach the english, and said to myself, ‘ close the door, close the back door and the front door. Quite please.’ I sat down on the chair, then picked up a whitechalk and wrote my name on the blackboard. At a while,  I felt tired of my legs for that I had run around the classroon for two times, poking out my tongue to breathe the new air that I needed for. I pointed at my right leg, ‘ you want to kneel down on the floor? you want to sit down in the middle of the classroom? I know you want. But the first thing you should do is to pick up the shoes on top of the desk.’