Their teachers identified their bodies.

The girls were trying to cross the bridge in heavy rain, but they lost their balance when the water hit them.

They were going to school when the water swept them away.

It's funnier than I thought it would be. The process of making it is so laborious, as you're working on it over the course of a month, that you forget how funny it will be when all the bits and pieces are put together.

That is the difference between good teachers and great teachers: good teachers make the best of a pupil's means; great teachers foresee a pupil's ends.

What I hear from a lot of teachers is . . . :