Scraping The Barrel

On my lunch break as I write this.

Frankly if I wasn’t attempting NaBloPoMo, I’d probably give today a miss. I’ve got university this evening so my blogging time is at a minimum today.

It’s seriously raining outside and I’ve got bottom set year nine in about fifteen minutes. They’re always high on sugar in the afternoons anyway and the rain is going to have sent them over the edge. It’s all about damage limitation from here until I can release them back into the wild.

I’ve just marked their tests. Everyone got at least one question right so I’m grateful for small mercies.

In ranking order, the top three are:

In first place the kid who hardly ever turns up.

In second place the kid that barely does any work at all.

In third place the naughtiest kid.

What that tells me is that if those three could sort out their various ‘non-academic’ issues, they would be in a higher ability group.

Meanwhile those that apply themselves and do what I ask them to are some way below in the league table.

Such is the weird world of bottom set maths.

I don’t normally like to write about work, but as I’m in work I thought I’d share a snippet. I’m not naming any names so I think it unlikely that I’ve crossed any ethical boundaries.