Two eighth-grade girls that I know quite well were adrift and giggling in the corridor outside the staff room. It was not the regular time for break between classes, so I felt justified in inquiring, "What are you doing?"
Without missing a beat, in excellent English, Hwayeong answered, "We're having a small adventure."
Both girls grinned, and crept to the end of the hall where the water cooler was. I decided there was no harm.
Later, they came by my desk and borrowed my whiteboard markers, because I had better colors than the other teachers. My board markers are sky blue and purple. Most teachers make do with black and red. They ran back to their classroom to try out the markers. I have no idea where their teacher was, or even who.