Cute, but Misguided.

I had one student last year for only one month: a tryful, hyperactive, seventh grade boy, who couldn't stop himself from jumping up and shouting out an answer, almost always wrong, whenever a question was addressed to the class. I had to ask him to leave the experimental math program because of his terrible performance. It was clear that his English wouldn't be even close to sufficient for understanding math instruction, and as much as I liked him personally, it was best for him and the rest of the class that he studied in a different group. No hard feelings: despite being a bit of a hooligan, he still greets me very warmly, with a two handed handshake and an asalaumaleikum, and after the walikamasalam I always make sure to ask how he's doing in English. After a year, he's got "I'm fine" (and a warm smile to go with it) down pat.

He was moved to one of the local teachers' English classes. Apparently, she recently corrected a grammar mistake of his during class, and he refused to admit his mistake. "Who are you to correct me?" he allegedly said. "I studied with Mr. Ryan!"