#student types

[ibthereforeicry]

The Eight Types of IB Students

The Stressed: That one kid that is 100% only doing IB b/c his parents put him up to it and now he/she has put too much work into it to quit now. 99% chance they wear dress clothes every day. Speaks in facts and statistics.

The Creative: Group projects are their favorite thing. Spends a majority of their time being extra and making perfect notes. Has a studyblr. Wears glasses. Pastels are their aesthetic.

The Dead Inside: Every IB student has a little of The Dead Inside in their personality. This person is perpetually sleeping. Has given up. Does most of their work 5 minutes before the class. Sweat pants and sweaters are their outfit of choice.

The Dealer: I’m not talking about drugs here. Every class has that one kid who had an older sibling that did the IB (typically the sibling was the Stressed type) and will give you any assignment for a price. Coolest kid in the IB.

The Try Hard: Similar to the Stressed type but is doing IB of their own accord. Has the biggest backpack with all the key-chains. Is always rushed and fast walks in the hallways because “running is against the rules”.

The Suck Up: Is BFFs with the staff. 100% has a lanyard. Asks a question every 5 minutes. Favorite words are “basically” “so...um...” “if you look at is this way...” “to what extent”.

The Squeaker: Barely passes all their exams but is never stressed out. Everyone is jealous of them. Non-DP student but complaints anyway. Is always chewing gum.

The Frantic: Will try anything to get that A. Definitely has tried witchcraft to ace a test at least once. Overly superstitious. Probably has ADD or ADHD. Always wringing their hands or biting their nails.

BONUS

     9. The Genius: There is usually only one in a grade and if there is another one you can guarantee that they’ll be rivals. Joined IB because they “thought it would be hard”. Not ugly at all. Is good at anything they do. Orchestra student. Has Stressed type “fans”. Will be a CEO when they grow up. Almost never smiles.

Reblog with which one you are! :)

[girlhusband-of-rinneamagi]

Unique types of students from my experience

The class flirt

Obviously there will always be that one kid that flirted with almost every boy/girl in class or even students from different class and grades.

The class extremes

Basically those guys who would try to do a chicken fight on top of tables in class with teachers shouting at them to stop and students encouraging them to continue.

The class ghost

That one kid who barely speak and barely noticeable. Tell your problems to them, they won't tell.

That one kid

That one kid you never knew existed until they're mentioned.

The travelers

These guys move from town to town and school to school. Usually the ones who can speak different languages and change accents drastically caused by adapting from different habitats. Probably have weird accent when talking casually. Best person to ask about vacation travel information

The fire devil

Sarcastic guys, don't annoy. They'll burn you to death with just a flick of their tounge.

The smarty-pants

Smart, not nerds. Their either soft or arrogant. Always rivals with the other smarty-pants.

The nerds

Not always smart, just likes to read.

The mature

Physically oldest, basically middle schoolers with mustaches and DD cups.

The pure children

They have no idea what's going on

[adultlearnersallegedly]

The Supremely Confident Student (aka: The Untouchable Genius)

Over time, I’ve noticed that students fall into sub-categories. Some are curious explorers. Some are cautious improvers. And then there’s this one: supremely self-confident, positively oozing arrogance, and brimming with self-importance. You can smell it on the application form.

They’ve never done distance learning before—but how hard can it be? After all, they once taught themselves macramé from a YouTube short and now they’re basically a craft deity. No experience with the subject matter? No worries! Their natural brilliance will obviously carry them. They didn’t ask for advice about what level to enrol on, because they don’t need advice. Advice is for peasants.

But then…reality bites.

The feedback is in. It’s not a glowing ode to their greatness. It says things like: “Resubmit required,” and “Please refer to the brief.” Cue existential meltdown. Except—hold the self-reflection. Because if their work is bad, it can’t be their fault. No, no. Clearly the course is flawed. The tutor? Incompetent. The materials? Impossible. The very fabric of reality is conspiring against their genius.

Psychologists call this the Dunning-Kruger effect—a cognitive bias where people with low ability at a task overestimate their own skill. Or as I like to call it: “The moment someone who’s never parallel parked before declares they’re ready for Formula 1.”

This student type is exhausting. They don’t want feedback, they want applause. They won’t adjust their submission—they expect you to adjust your judgment. And if you don’t? Well clearly, you are the problem.

Teaching them is a bit like trying to iron a shirt while it’s still being worn by a cat: stressful, painful, and mostly futile.

But hey, at least they’re confident.