::A Geek in Korea::

I have an awful class that I knew was going to bomb their mid term final examination. The only way I can get them to study is by working in a punishment mechanic into the lesson and forcing them to write out every incorrect answer on their homework. Since a test of a moderate length would annoy them but not force them to study, I instead culled a series of questions exactly from the book, aggregated them into a 50 monster test, and told them what to study EXACTLY. Consequences be damned, they’d have their long test and write out everything they got wrong too.

When I handed out the test, the worst student, someone I’d basically admit to having a social allergy to being around said that he was going to guess on every question. He challenged the other students to beat his low score. If I was only paid to punch students in the face, I’d have gotten overtime today. Five morons in the class took him up on the challenge, and they had to work to beat the odds that they’d get SOMETHING correct by accident on a multiple choice examination.

All of the students that attempted to fail did exceptionally poorly. One student passed, but the rest failed. One person beat “the odds” and scored a pathetic 24%. They were cheering this boy as he missed page after page. I couldn’t give them their tests to correct them because they hadn’t been graded yet. That was the key flaw. I didn’t force them to grade it at the same time together because I thought they’d cheat. Did I mention I hate and distrust this class?

Anyway, after the class had failed the test, I was obviously fuming angry. I told the students they had picked the wrong day to fail the test, as my director had taught me how to send SMS messages directly to parents. I promised the students that their parents would know their score and be waiting for the tests when they got home.

The ring leader moron actually said out loud, “I rerouted all the messages from this school to my mother’s SPAM folder. She’ll never see your message! I sure am smarter than you!”.

I replied, “Yeah, you were, until you told me. Now I’ll just have the director call your mom and tell her what you just said.”

You know that look you see people in documentaries get right before they realize they are about to be mauled by a bear? That’s what his face looked like when I walked out of class and went in the office to send out the messages, with a special message to the director to mail that mother directly.