His name’s Amir, he’d love to play guitar
like Isabelle, who never follows crowds
One day, he knows she’ll be a superstar
and he’ll be here still, head stuck in the clouds
And Isabelle, she can’t help being shy
but wishes she was popular like Jake
who makes the whole class laugh until they cry
The kind of music she will never make
But joker Jake, he hates to be class clown
He’s not as cheerful as he might appear
In seconds he’d give up his comic crown
to be the best at football like Amir
I wish that who I am is who I'll be
my dreams, my brain, my heart, my courage ...
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Sit in groups of three. Each person has to say one quality they like about the other two and one thing they like about themself.
Afterwards, each person draws a triangle. On each vertex, write or draw a quality you like about yourself and in the middle, one quality others have that you'd like to get better at.