Let me spice it up:
2/3 of the students in the Further Math class are lazy gits: I gave them 10 minutes of homework over four days, but only Neetha and Sagnik did it. The other four posers pretend to be among the best math students at International Schools: what a bunch of fakers.
The Y12 Higher Levels don't do anything unless they're being assessed. Except Isaac, who seems to do math problems because he likes doing math problems, and he always has good questions. "Be like Ike" is my new motto for them. I wish they showed as much energy every day as they do when Mr. Barry and I announce, just to spite them: "Today is a Quiz!"
The Y11s are not quite as bad. I was very impressed by Kris's solution to the probability question I gave them. Also, quite a few of them created excellent personal projects; I didn't see them all but I saw a few I really liked: especially Pallavi, Erin, Ji-Young, and Zi Ai. However, there are still some lazy bums among them, especially HaWoon: every teacher thinks he is my favorite student because he is so good at math, so when he messes up (such as not turning in his personal project) they all come to laugh at me.
The Year 10s, well, what can I say? There are a couple of good boys who are actually trying, especially the boys who sit at the girls' table, near the teacher, but the rest of them just act arrogant and silly all the time, and some of them think they're so good at math, but they're not, and they are passing up a great oppotunity to learn something. Why? So they can surf the net or do something stupid that will always be available to them.
The girls are OK: they study, slowly. But every time I listen in, they're chatting about their other classes, the mall, what are you doing this weekend? who likes who?, etc. Girls like to multi-task.
The Year 9s, well ????? there's a lot of love in that classroom, but very, very little mathematics. But, love is important, so I guess the Year 9s are my favorite class.
Oops, I forgot the Year 13s. Well, the IB has beat all the life out of them. They're very sweet and I'm sure they were nice, wonderful human beings, when they were alive, before they became IB Zombies. All they can think about is Internal Assesment and IB Exams. If you asked one to write a poem it would probably be something like:
She got a three but I got a four.
Then he got a six but I got a five.
I'm finding it hard to stay alive.
But, if only, only, only,
I could see in red that number seven
I might be dead but I'd be in heaven
Of course, they must think I'm a zombie teacher, too. That is what I have become.
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