Chapter 3 — Pointed Hat Class Contest

“Emotional issues also matter.” "Correct." I nodded. "So the school has a make-up exam channel and also has a psychology teacher." “But psychology teachers should handle emotions, not be in charge of taking multiple-choice questions for the child.” Secretary Phung tapped on the table. “Vice Principal Van, we understand your principles.” “But management cannot only talk about principles, it must also consider costs.” "Today, I am determined to keep the exam absence record, in exchange for six good students transferring schools." “Can you bear this cost?” I looked at him. “If I deregister today, what will be the cost?” He didn't speak. I plan for him. "In the future, if students are not satisfied with their scores, they can suspend the exam." "If you are not satisfied with the teacher, you can drop out of class." “If you are not satisfied with your seat, you can block the door.” “Anyway, as long as the participants score high enough, the school will eventually admit defeat.” “Six transfer students, losses recorded in enrollment figures.” "The whole school knows that the rules only apply to normal students. Where is that loss recorded?" Secretary Phung's face turned cold. “Vice Principal Van, you are speaking ideally to the board of directors.” “First of all, the school must exist.” “Without college admission rates, all fairness is empty talk.” I leaned back in the chair. "Without rules, university admission rates are just a rope for some people to strangle the school." “This year they want to fix a zero point.” “Next year they can decide on the list of teachers.” “Shouldn't they be on the board next year?” “It will save you time from having to come to the meeting.” Secretary Phung's expression finally changed. Khau Chi Thanh quickly reconciled. “Everyone is for the school, no need to say it so harshly.” “Let's do this.” "Recording absences from exams is temporarily not cancelled, waiting for parents' emotions to stabilize before discussing further." "Arrange for Diep Mien to take a make-up exam, Ms. Bach will not be in the key class for the time being." I looked at him. “Why transfer Bach Tung?” “Now students reject her.” “When a student rejects someone, that person stops teaching?” "So tomorrow when they fire the cafeteria chef, will the whole school have to starve?" The corner of Khau Chi Thanh's mouth twitched. “Teachers and cafeterias are not the same.” “It's really not the same.” “At least the cafeteria chef won't be asked to leave the school just because he gives the students a normal portion.” Bach Tung stood by the door, his fingers tightening on the lesson plan. She is very young. Been working for less than two months. In a school like this, young teachers often have two paths. The first way is to learn how to follow good students. The second path is to be taught the first path by a good student. I don't want that. "Bach Tung continues to attend class normally." “Diep Mien can apply for a make-up exam within three days.” “Do not cancel the original score, make up test scores are recorded separately.” "As for the absence of twenty-six people, they will also be handled according to regulations." Secretary Phung asked: "Have you decided?" “It's decided.” He closed the document. “So the deadline set by the board of directors has not changed.” “If in the city-level inter-school exam in ten days there is a collective refusal to take the exam, or six key students officially transfer schools, she will be suspended from managing the twelfth grade.” “Whether the probationary period will continue or not, the board will discuss it privately.” I nodded. "Okay." Khau Chi Thanh was so impatient that he almost stood up. “Vice Principal Van!” "Sit down." I glanced at him. “It's been half a day and I still don't see you coming up with a solution.” After the meeting ended, Bach Tung followed me out of the meeting room. She didn't say anything the whole way. When she reached the stairs, she spoke up. “Vice Principal Van.” “If it's really because of me that students transfer schools, I can leave the key class first.” I stopped walking. “Do you think you scored wrong?” "Are not." “Have you given her the chance to make up the exam yet?” “Given.” “So why are you leaving?” Bach Tung was silent. “But they really don't accept me.” “Students may not like you.” “Students can even publicly evaluate her for not teaching well.” "But

They cannot decide who deserves to stand on the podium because they don't like a score." I looked at the lesson plan in her hand. “Go back and prepare your lesson.” “Still going to spearhead class as usual this afternoon.” “If they collectively don't listen, just continue explaining normally.” “If they don't come together, it's recorded as truancy.” Bach Tung hesitated a bit. “Will it make the conflict bigger?” “The conflict is already there.” “You don't lecture, it doesn't evaporate on its own.” “It just makes some people understand that, with just a little more effort, the school can still move forward.” Bach Tung nodded. Turn around and leave. I returned to the office, and before I could even sit down, the head of the academic department walked in holding a stack of timetables. “Vice Principal Van, So Hanh's parents and the children request to see you immediately.” “Let them wait first.” “Which room is the afternoon self-study session of the core class in?” The head of the teaching department was stunned.