The Near Edge of Violence

thediaryofanerdykid:

It will be alright: I hate IB kids.You have two years to do your CAS journals and logs…

h3ll0al0n3:

I hate IB kids.

You have two years to do your CAS journals and logs but you blame the coordinator for your procrastination?

How about own up to your actions or lack thereof? Yeah, we get told all of the time how smart we are and how this and how that we are but that gives none of us the right…

Ah, but here’s the rub: I don’t agree with the fact that I have to do CAS in the first place. It, like much of IB, is merely an exercise in futility. It amounts to absolutely nothing. Whether I make up my logs, don’t care enough to turn them in, or meticulously record every moment of my CAS-related life has absolutely no bearing on my future. None.

These logs are equal to digging holes that I’m to fill in later - to building a house so I can torch it. They amount to nothing, they help me in no way, they serve no purpose.

Which leads me to the problem at the root of IB: it also amounts to little. Sure, I’m “better prepared” for college. I’m a “more rounded student” than if I’d taken AP classes elsewhere. Am I? Perhaps, in a program where we’d spend time learning the material instead of writing papers about it, I would’ve been able to grasp my subjects at an even deeper level. Case in point: IB Calculus. Math papers? Really?

The only good thing about IB is the people to whom it has brought me closer. I love adore the kids I’m around. I love being around the “best and brightest,” for the most part, of my county. That said, I would’ve loved to see what my colleagues and I could’ve accomplished in a program that doesn’t waste our talents.

Note: I’m still going to do my work - I don’t blame the amount of it on anyone but myself. But couldn’t our time be better used than just faking some stupid journals?

What Preston said.