These girls were second grade students of mine in a small school in a little northern town. Poor as church mice, all the parents from this school were sticky rice farmers. Look at those hair cuts!
These girls were inseperable, and bright as the sun. No socks, barefoot all day to save wear and tear on the shoes. Anytime I asked a question they'd look at each other, smile and shake their heads "yes." They both knew it. Then they'd decide whose turn it was to raise their hand. They were always right.
Going to this school condemns them to a life of misery. They won't learn enough to function in a good high school, and that'll be it for college. But their English will be good, they even have good accents. Future jobs? It doesn't bear too much thinking about.