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“Mrs. Hatcher’s Evaluation”

Vice Principal Salas has been given a dirty job to do, in James Van Pelt’s short story “Mrs. Hatcher’s Evaluation”, from Asimov’s March 2012 issue.

Salas’s boss wants him to evaluate some of the school’s teachers and see who could be fired. Focus especially on Mrs. Hatcher, the boss says. She’s a dinosaur, she ignores the lesson plan template, she doesn’t write her objectives on the board for the students to see, she gives lectures. Salas hates this, but he’ll see for himself by attending one of her classes, especially since this has made him realize how little contact he has with actual teaching anymore. At first it looks like the boss is right about Mrs. Hatcher.

Hatcher droned on and on. Salas looked up at the clock. Only ten minutes into the class. He thought about leaving and then returning to watch what she did in the last five minutes, but the room’s warmth relaxed him. Several students had closed their eyes. Besides, the waiting papers in his office weren’t going anywhere. His thoughts drifted to what he knew of the Battle of the Little Big Horn: almost nothing. (...) Hatcher’s voice rose and fell in the background, like a breeze. Salas listened, and he found himself imagining the sun setting behind the low Montana hills. He pictured sitting on a horse blanket...

…and finds himself taken away to the reality woven by the teacher’s voice until her class ends. What did she do to him? What is she doing to the students?

Recommended, and I’m keeping it in mind for when I make my list of Hugo nominees next year.