Something wild happens to Chinese children when a camera comes into play. They just go NUTS. No matter how many times I bring my camera to class, it’s like the first time, every time. There’s the kid who involuntarily screams, like I have literally just showed up to class with a centaur or something of the caliber. This clues everyone else into the fact that there is a personal camera with full battery in the building. Note: This is like a bomb warning, or one of those gunman drills you did in elementary school where you’d just shut down and figure out the best place to hide. Except in this case, there’s no protocol. Just pandemonium. And rather than hide, oh, how you want to be seen. You’ll crawl over desks, classmates, ANYTHING, to reach the focal point of the picture being taken. It’s every man for himself at this point.
So, generally speaking, this first kid who screams in joy… he’s actually going to shut down and look totally miserable in the realization of the photo he begged for. He’s going to look extremely put-upon and also going to tap into Basic Acting 101 to feel what it’s like to have every childhood dream/dog of his, DEAD all in one single moment. And this seems to be a pattern. They beg for the photo, and then don’t even smile when it is taken… so… all right. FINE. Sorry I’m alive, kids. And the thing is, when you show him the picture after… he’s still going to be thrilled with it.