Things to do and decisions to make.....
Charlie gave us the remainder of the week off, which, in turn, gave me time to think on some current issues effecting me. Issue one, the IB program, should I stay the rocky course, and shrug off the mountain of work that being thrown at me, or cut my losses and jump down a notch. The choice should be clear, tons of work and mandatory community service, or fun in sun free time with a side of easiness. Unfornuntately the choice is blackened, with old IB friend being left behind, pride to swallow and accept being told I "ran away", and no possible way to return to what is known. I'm at a crossroads, and their are two paths to take, the problem is, once I choose against IB, there is no going back. But if I stay, I may just sacrifice my GPA for friendship.
Alas, my heart goes out to all the Ormond kids in IB at Spruce Creek, if they wish to stay with everyone they know, they must endure the IB program or go to Seabreeze. I don't look forward to returning all the text books to my IB teachers during lunch, each of them thinking I'm no better than a quitter, because they've only known me for a week. There in lies another snag. One week. I've been in IB one week and I want to quit, and not quit at the same time. One part says, "Stick with it for the first 9 weeks and see for sure...", while the other advises me to "Leave now, so you can get used to your new honors teachers in the beginning of the year..." Unfortunately, at school, I'm known as a "smart IB kid." Word will travel quickly that "so'n-so dropped out, yeah, in only one week, he was so smart, he was just lazy...."
Yes, laziness could be one part. But also a life. I've had no high school life. I don't even have a license yet. Why? IB. The week days are filled with work, so there is no time at night when you finish. The weekends are full of projects and reading assignments. All free time is late at night. What is there to to? Go on the computer, play video games, read a book, draw a picture. How about go to to the movies, participate in a club, chat up some girls? No, I have to study. I have 8 tests this week. No, I just finished my homework, it's ten o'clock and I'm dead tired. No,I can't, because I have community service to do, log, and turn in. What for? A scrap of paper that says I have graduated the IB program. Hey! I had no life in high school, no girlfriend, I didn't go to the prom, but I have a IB Diploma! Wait! SOME COLLEGES DON"T EVEN ACCEPT THE FRICKIN IB DIPLOMA!
As you can see, my mind is basically made up. Every day, I hear an IB teacher spout that "This is a college level course! We expect more! In college, they don't assign you questions in the chapter, you are just expected to read it!...Now your homework is the chapter questions #1-65, I want it done by Thurday..." They are hypocrites. And other than male sexism and right wingers, it annoys the hell out of me.
If you read my preachy rant entirely, I applaud you, you are either a really good friend, a really bored friend, or a complete stranger with nothing else to do.
Now, all thats left to do is gather my courage and textbooks, march to the guidance councilor, and say I want out of that crap shoot.
Some of you might think I'm a quitter, a lazy kid, or selfish, and that's fine. If you can endure IB I applaud you. You are capable of doing what I can't. I am but a mere mortal, I am but man, I have not eternal patience and time, only the raging hormones and pent up energy that every other 16 year old boy has. Hopefully my next entry will be a little lighter.
Heh, my music choice fits the journal entry perfectly.....
Alas, my heart goes out to all the Ormond kids in IB at Spruce Creek, if they wish to stay with everyone they know, they must endure the IB program or go to Seabreeze. I don't look forward to returning all the text books to my IB teachers during lunch, each of them thinking I'm no better than a quitter, because they've only known me for a week. There in lies another snag. One week. I've been in IB one week and I want to quit, and not quit at the same time. One part says, "Stick with it for the first 9 weeks and see for sure...", while the other advises me to "Leave now, so you can get used to your new honors teachers in the beginning of the year..." Unfortunately, at school, I'm known as a "smart IB kid." Word will travel quickly that "so'n-so dropped out, yeah, in only one week, he was so smart, he was just lazy...."
Yes, laziness could be one part. But also a life. I've had no high school life. I don't even have a license yet. Why? IB. The week days are filled with work, so there is no time at night when you finish. The weekends are full of projects and reading assignments. All free time is late at night. What is there to to? Go on the computer, play video games, read a book, draw a picture. How about go to to the movies, participate in a club, chat up some girls? No, I have to study. I have 8 tests this week. No, I just finished my homework, it's ten o'clock and I'm dead tired. No,I can't, because I have community service to do, log, and turn in. What for? A scrap of paper that says I have graduated the IB program. Hey! I had no life in high school, no girlfriend, I didn't go to the prom, but I have a IB Diploma! Wait! SOME COLLEGES DON"T EVEN ACCEPT THE FRICKIN IB DIPLOMA!
As you can see, my mind is basically made up. Every day, I hear an IB teacher spout that "This is a college level course! We expect more! In college, they don't assign you questions in the chapter, you are just expected to read it!...Now your homework is the chapter questions #1-65, I want it done by Thurday..." They are hypocrites. And other than male sexism and right wingers, it annoys the hell out of me.
If you read my preachy rant entirely, I applaud you, you are either a really good friend, a really bored friend, or a complete stranger with nothing else to do.
Now, all thats left to do is gather my courage and textbooks, march to the guidance councilor, and say I want out of that crap shoot.
Some of you might think I'm a quitter, a lazy kid, or selfish, and that's fine. If you can endure IB I applaud you. You are capable of doing what I can't. I am but a mere mortal, I am but man, I have not eternal patience and time, only the raging hormones and pent up energy that every other 16 year old boy has. Hopefully my next entry will be a little lighter.
Heh, my music choice fits the journal entry perfectly.....