The Melting Pot

This year my students include one of the priests from the local Sikh temple, Poles with post-grads in several different -ologys, a Kurdish teenager, office workers from Naples and Shanghai, young Czechs and Dutch-Angolans, thirtysomething Pakistanis and a middle-aged Iranian woman in a full-length coat and headscarf. I'm not yet sure of all the paths that brought them here, to an overcrowded classroom at the furthest edge of the world.