Chapter 8 — Pointed Hat Class Contest

"But evaluating the lesson, not evaluating why the teacher doesn't stay up at one o'clock in the morning to do homework with the students." "Miss Bach's teaching style is not suitable for a cutting-edge class." “Where specifically is it inappropriate?” “Progress is slow.” Bach Tung stood next to open the lesson plan. “My progress is consistent with the grade twelve lesson preparation team.” So Hanh continued: "She teaches too basic." “That's even better.” I said. “Tomorrow afternoon, open a public inter-class lesson.” “Students in key classes and regular classes listen together.” “If her class really has no stratification, the professional team will reevaluate.” “If the quality of the class is normal, your twenty-six copy-pasted evaluation forms will be invalid.” So Hanh's face changed slightly. He didn't expect that I would actually dare to publicize the lesson. "Students in this class often don't understand, it only slows down their progress." “Not understanding is the teacher's problem.” “If you can't keep up, you can do stratified training.” “But it's not possible because they're not good students and they're not even qualified to listen to a class.” The public lesson was scheduled for the next afternoon. Bach Tung gave a general lecture on functions. Same lesson, divided into three levels. The first question must be completed by all students. For the second question, there are usually five people in the class who can solve it. The third sentence, even for the spearhead class, only So Hanh and two others were able to write the entire process. In the second sentence, La Thanh Hoa uses a different method. The steps are more than the standard answer, but it's not wrong. Bach Tung called the girl to the podium. So Hanh, sitting below, spoke up: "This method used in the exam room is too time-wasting." Bach Tung looked at him. “Wasteful of me.” “But for someone who has just understood this point of knowledge, it is a path that can be followed to the destination.” “Teaching is more than just telling the fastest runner how to run.” “We also have to let people who are temporarily not running fast know that the road is not blocked.” The classroom was silent for a moment. I stood at the back door, not entering. This class doesn't need my backing. Bach Tung can stand firm on his own. After the public lesson ends, the professional team makes an assessment. Excellent lesson design. Clear stratification. High levels of student engagement. The twenty-six lowest scoring evaluation forms of the key class were determined to be submitted based on emotions and not used as a basis for adjusting lessons. Bach Tung continued to teach. When leaving the classroom, So Hanh's face was very cold. But Diep Mien did not go with him. The girl stayed by the podium, waiting for everyone to leave, then asked Bach Tung in a low voice: "Do I still have time to apply for a make-up exam?" Bach Tung looked at me. I nodded. “One day left.” Diep Mien breathed a sigh of relief. “I'm participating.” The girl took out the pre-filled form from her bag. Obviously not just decided. Just as the girl was about to sign, So Hanh returned. He stood at the classroom door. “Diep Mien.” The pen in Diep Mien's hand stopped. “I just took a make-up exam.” “The original score is still retained.” “But if I pass the make-up exam, I still have a chance to stay in the leading class.” So Hanh stepped forward and pulled out the form from the girl's hand. “This is not a matter of whether you can stay in the spearhead class or not.” Diep Mien was stunned. “So what's the problem?” So Hanh looked at me, his fingers tightening little by little. The application form was crumpled in his palm. “If this zero point is recognized.” “In the future, any teacher may not listen to the opinions of the key class.” “Can she give Diep Mien a point today?” “Tomorrow you can freely touch our classrooms, programs and teachers.” “In the end, what's the difference between us and the regular class?” The classroom is so quiet you can hear a pin drop. Diep Mien looked at him. The dependence on her face showed cracks for the first time. I finally understand. So Hanh did not make such a big deal out of it because of Diep Mien. Make-up exams can solve Diep Mien's achievement problem. But he didn't let her take the exam. Because what he wanted from start to finish was not a score. He wants the school to admit that even if the key class disagrees, even the test

A blank hi submitted is also not allowed as a zero score. So Hanh threw the crumpled form onto the podium. “Inter-school exam after ten days, conditions remain unchanged.” “If the school does not restore the original arrangement, the key class will not enter the exam room.” Having finished speaking, he turned and left. Diep Mien lowered her head to look at the wrinkled form. A long time later, the girl asked me: "Vice principal Van." “If you fill out another form yourself.” “Is it still valid?” I looked at So Hanh's back walking away outside the door. “It just needs to be submitted by you.” “It works.” Diep Mien filled out an application again. After signing her name, she did not give it to So Hanh. But personally delivered it into Bach Tung's hands. Bach Tung checked the information and signed the receipt section. “The make-up exam is scheduled for the afternoon of the day after tomorrow.” “The range is the same as last time, the difficulty is similar.” Diep Mien nodded. "Yes." Having finished speaking, the girl left. So Hanh did not wait for her at the door.