Eager Iita

Iita is one of the 30 kids I teach every week at a kindergarten school, and his zest and energy for everything and anything is surely unparalleled in the history of the human race.
Myself and Martin will enter the room and say hello to the kids. The kids – who usually sit in a big circle - will say hello back, but there is always one voice that is louder than the rest and it belongs to Iita. No matter what activities we set, this portly little chap with a pudding bowl hair-cut, will carry out the task more notably and zealously than his fellow classmates. When I go round the circle I will ask each student how they are. They will either say "happy" "sleepy" "cold" "hot" or "hungry". Iita has a different interpretation to the question. Not content with just one of these answers, he will say all of them in a shrill excitable voice that will perturb the other students.
"How can you be hot and cold?" I ask.
"I'm Superman!" he will reply, not answering my question.
Normally Martin and I will split the class down the centre of the circle. I teach one half, Martin the other.
Iita was on my side.
Martin informed his side to follow him to one side of the room, whereupon Iita lurched out of his chair before anyone else, and ran up to Martin and jumped up and down on the spot giggling.
"No, Iita," Martin said. "You are in Sam's half."
Iita saw Martin's hand pointing to me, understood what was asked of him, and ran towards me flapping his tongue like a lap-dog.
The rest of the class were still seated, watching with baffled curiosity Iita's uncoordinated movements.
I informed the class to sit down in a circle in front of me. Iita, being the teacher’s pet, made sure he sat next to me and shoved away any unfortunate kid who threatened to invade his space. Although I wished he hadn't because he gave off a decidedly odious funk of mud, sweat and piss.
Recently I taught the class the name of certain sports and used flashcards to do this.
With each card I showed, Iita was unrelenting in his enthusiasm. I showed a picture of a basketball game and he screeched an answer in an impossibly awful ear-popping sound. The answers he provided were mostly wrong. But wrong in a big way. For instance, he thought the picture of a basketball game was an octopus and that a picture of a golf game was a helicopter. It wasn't only me who was concerned for Iita's mental well-being but his fellow students as well because they looked at him with genuine worry when he yelled out his answers.
When he got bored of the picture-cards, he stood up and ran around the circle, head butting the other kids.
There's no doubt about it, the guys a menace. But a special menace nonetheless, who may possess telepathic abilities. I say this because I played a game whereby I would line up a series of animal picture cards. I would then get the kids to close their eyes as I took one of the pictures away. Once the card is hidden behind my back, I will get them to open their eyes again and guess what card is missing. But even before the kid's have time to assess what card is missing, Iita has already guessed the answer correctly. At first I thought he was peeking through his hands that covered his eyes, and made sure I observed his behaviour as I hid a card. But his hands were pressed tightly against his eyes.
I hid the card and said, "What card is missi-"
"MONKEEEEEEEY!!!!" he said, with his hands over his eyes.
"Yes, Iita, right again," I replied, looking at the quizzical faces of the other kids who were intimidated by Iita's wizardry powers.