"Just a few scattered seats were occupied. It was clear now how few they were. A sparse audience in her theatre of nature: twelve pupils - five boys, seven girls. The thirteenth had gone back to technical school, even though Mrs Schwanneke had intervened forcefully on his behalf. With repeated private lessons, home visits and psychological reports. Some sort of concentration problem. The things they came up with! These developmental problems they'd read somewhere or other. First there was dyslexia, then dyscalculia. What next? An allergy to biology? Back in the old days there were just pupils who were bad at sport or music. And they had to play and sing along with everyone else anyway. It was merely a matter of willpower."
from The Giraffe's Neck by Judith Schalansky