My students are zombies. It’s mildly discomforting. All the signs are unmistakably there.
They won’t respond to stimuli presented and will stare at me with blank eyes. They are catatonic and will hesitate to move even when I declare a break.
When in groups, they experience sudden bursts of activity targeted in unexpected ways. The main idea seems to be to demolish the class and drive the teacher insane. They did a great job with their previous teacher, currently on sick leave with a panic disorder.
I don’t panic. I’m not the panicky type. When facing a zombie apocalypse, I resist by staring right back at them and remaining unmoved. It works in so far that the zombies haven’t zombified me yet. They only have a few more weeks to go before the end of the term, so they’ll need to try harder.
As a gentle nudge to those zombies in the herd who still might have retained some degree of humanity, I played to them a song with a message the last time I dismissed them after class. I instructed them to listen as they were packing their things and dispersing. I doubt the message reached them, but I do hope it discomforted them. Because now they know that I know.