Teaching at a test prep center sometimes feels like volunteering at an instituition for underprivileged children. Not only do you get to feel sorry for kids who are absolutely pathetic at Math or English, but you also feel tremendously blessed that you went to good instituitions/ are skilled enough/ are just plain smart (if you really have that inflated a head).
I don't mean to sound discriminatory or snotty, but some of the things people say or write are absolutely apalling, and makes you marvel at their creativity. The end of IBA test prep was also the day that teacher evaluations were conducted. One of my friends got the following comment 'Sir Bilal comes in runningly, teaches runningly, and runs out runningly. He is always in a hurry.'
Even if the student aptly managed to describe the pace of Bilal's going-abouts, I would've slapped the kid for such apalling grammar. That too, after taking English classes for three months, and just ONE DAY before the IBA test. If I had been his English teacher, I would've had a heart attack there and then.
Then there's Headband, who is turning out to be the bane of my existence. The other day I asked him if he had completed the handout on Sentence Correction and the review test at the end. Headband sheepishly scratched his headband-y head and muttered 'Yeah, I did. But I got 10 questions right out of 50.' (Read that with a wannabe American accent, rolling your 'r's like a retard).