Неплохой хоррорный рассказик выплыл на АО3:
Lines
by branwyn
As a teacher, I don't get sentimental about children. Never trust a teacher who does; that person isn't paying attention to their work.
I respect children. I love them the way I love thunderstorms that black out the sky and wind that tears branches from tree-limbs. In other words, from a wary distance.
Sometimes, when I look at my students, I think that if you could flip open the tops of their little cantaloupe-sized skulls and peer down inside, you'd find a miniature black hole or a tiny dark funnel cloud--a perfectly preserved fragment of the chaos we all come from. That's why children are able to see the world as it is, unfiltered. Adults lose that clarity as they get older.
When I first started teaching, I didn't understand all this like I do now. I was very young. I felt superior to my students, the way the third-graders felt superior to the first graders. But any teacher will tell you that you have as much to learn from your students as they have to learn from you. This is something you can only understand by experience.
Unfortunately.