  Wednesday, January 10, 2007  My Most Frightening Student Ever
When I got out of graduate school, I took a job at a local, low-
key community college where I was assigned to teach English 101,
which was a composition course. I was deleriously happy to
finally be doing what I had spent seven years in college
training to do, and I attacked my job like a Pit Bull.  One of
my students was named Jason, and I'm not entirely convinced that
his last name wasn't Voorhees.  Jason was older than anyone else
in the class--about 25. He wore black jeans, black t-shirts, and
a black leather jacket. The jacket had bits of metal attached to
it, and upon closer examination they proved to be razor blades.
He also wore a lot of eyeliner--not cute, fun eyeliner like
Michael Stipe, but weird, scary eyeliner like Alice Cooper circa
1975.  Jason sat in the back of the room and never talked. His
eyes fixed on me with a thousand-yard stare that kind of
reminded me of Charles Manson.  For their first essay, the
students were required