Making sense of the cacophony
The sheer number of students involved—well over 200—ensured a wide variety in points of view, and the artificial sense of anonymity they enjoyed resulted in a degree of candidness I was surprised to see; sometimes brutally so. It’s like they’d forgotten I’ve spent a dozen or so hours with them each week, and they’re really not nameless to me.
Perhaps, their extremely-alike and hard-to-discern handwritings,
lured them into this fictitious sense of security. Oh, the poor, misguided young’uns.
Some of the responses were verbose,
while others were more wordy still,
some were terse,
a few, extremely so,
but the verdict was clear…