the lesbian teachers, mainly my siblings’ age, were all powerful women with short hair in button-down shirts and sometimes a tie, and they looked you in the eye and told you—silently!—that they’d taken far too much shit for far too long to tolerate your acting in any way like a dick about any aspect of who they were, so if you were not completely chill on the subject it was time to reconsider your decision to be a middle school student at the Walden School. Any questions?
