Diseducators

Translated by Oonagh Stransky

One of my students constantly changes her name. I don’t find it particularly shocking. I’ve had students enter the classroom late through the window, instead of using the door. I’ve had students who choose to sit on the floor or at the foot of my lectern while I teach, not at their desks. I’ve had to break up violent fights, with desks and chairs flying across the room as if my lessons had released some kind of paranormal energy. I’ve faced classes made up only of girls, who split into gangs and screamed insults at one another for obscure reasons. I’ve dealt with epileptic fits, mystical crises, panic attacks, kids going through puberty, kids going through withdrawal. I’ve ignored students masturbating under their desks and students silently passing gas. At l