Fun to read and with good bits, but I'm starting to skip over the wrestling parts.
A teacher's triumphs are few. You say: "When the father drops dead with an apple in his mouth while urinating on the front fender of his mother-in-law's car... uh, well, I just had trouble seeing it." Whereupon the studnet breaks into tears and confesses that this actually happened to her own father, in exactly the way she described it; and there then must follow, always unsatisfactorily, the timless explanation that "real life" must be made to seem real - it is not believable solely for the fact that it happened. The truth is, the imagination can select more plausible details than those incredible-but-true details that we remember.
