A conundrum: what does a teacher do when a student reveals something highly irregular, ethically questionable, personally dangerous, or totally illegal in a memoir?
Let me qualify by saying that I told all students that they could not write about harming themselves (or anyone else) or doing illegal things for which they had not already seen consequences.
I am currently knee-deep in teenage chaos. (...Periodically interrupted by intense boredom caused by stories of everyday triviality.) I don't know now whether to panic about the state of youth or be appalled by my own stodgy old age or just drop some therapy in the margins of their papers. (I am currently doing all three, depending on the situational necessity.) I should merit hazard pay for subjecting my entire holiday break to the hormonal insanity of adolescence.
Instead of reading the novels which are piling up (unread) on my desk, I'm reading thousands of other words. And what is my remedy to this dilemma? Vomiting more words into cyberspace.
I need a hobby.
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