My frisbee kids call it frisball

What do you do when 74 kids, first to tenth graders, show up for your frisbee club one afternoon? Hand over the frisbees, abandon any hope of order you naively began with, and start taking pictures. 

My school's yard. You can see my school's main building in the background.

The All-stars.

"Indi sen kimi mensen. Onlara at." Now, you are like me. Throw to them. 

Can you tell I instructed them to catch the frisbee like a crocodile chomps?

This was part of his post-goal celebration dance.