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Diary of a Pre-IB Student 2013
Thursday
The summer holidays are getting closer and closer, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and the children are laughing outside but there is one thing that makes it impossible for me to relax. The subject choice. One of the major reasons for which I decided to start learning in IB programme was my lack of certainty what I want to do in the future - the additional year for making the decision seemed to be a great opportunity for me. Unfortunately, this year has nearly passed and I still haven't made up my mind. Although it is said that having a lot of interests is something good, in my case this variety of subjects that I'm interested in is just posing a problem. It is impossible, or at least extremely tough, to be a Renaissance man in the 21st century. I have to determine myself and the decision that I am to take will probably affect my entire future life. Isn't it horrible? To cap it all, there is a quite serious possibility, that there won't be enough people who will have chosen German, one of the few subjects about which I'm pretty sure, to create a group. It's not easy to be a pre-IB student.
Wednesday
The winter holiday is nearly over. I had had ambitious plans to realize during my spare two weeks, but eventually they didn�t end with a great success. Well, to be honest, I have done hardly anything. (To be even more honest, I�ve done completely nothing). I had intended to come back to school with a consciousness of having no essays to write, no tests to learn for etc, even though I had known that this wonderful feeling wouldn�t last longer than to the first English lesson. Four (or five, I�m not really sure) tests are waiting for me in the following week and I�m aware that the state of my knowledge has experienced a dramatic plunge during the last weeks. But the approaching exams aren�t the worst, I generally prefer writing something at school to doing it at home and if it�s not a subject that demands a lot of learning by heart and you�re quite intelligent, you are very likely to get an objectively good (or at least satisfying) note with only a quick glance into the notebook just before entering the class. Much more tiring are tasks, like essays or presentations, which you are to do at home and that require a lot of time. I had assumed that till the end of holidays I would be finished with �Lord of the flies�, but I only waded through to the page 19 and then started reading something else. I had planned visiting at least two CAS-places, although even at the moment of planning I�d been almost sure that I wouldn�t do it. This entry was also intended to be written on this Friday I�m telling about, but in fact today, when I�m scribbling these words, it�s Saturday a week later.
Tuesday
CAS. CAS is slowly becoming my nightmare.
Isn�t it cruel to give somebody hope, that there still exist people of good will, and destroy it asking for a stamp and signature?
Monday
Contrary to popular belief, IB (or rather pre-IB, because my opinion about the IB is, for the time being, mostly based on speculation, hopes, fears and some terrifying pictures from the Internet) does not include learning by heart all the day and writing piles of essays. I have to admit that we have a lot of work and almost every day begin school before the sunrise to get back home at about 5 pm, but, as a matter of the fact, the most frightening thing is not that how much I do - just the opposite. When I finally arrive at home after a long day in school, my schedule looks like that:
1. Dinner;
2. Guitar;
3. Tea;
4. Reading;
5. Supper;
6. Internet;
7. Tea;
8. BED (at last!),
so no wonder I have to learn on breaks and everyone stares at me as if I was an IB student. I am full of remorse, and this feeling still increases. It�s horrible when you phone your friends from other schools (which are not regarded as the schools for the most hard-working) and hear that they have no time for a meeting because of a test or homework. Even worse is listening people from your class talking about how hard they have been working during the weekend and realizing that you have spent the entire Saturday (and Saturday night) playing broad games. I can�t say that this lifestyle does not suit me. My marks are also admirable (at least in my opinion), so why I�m trying to work systematically at all? The answer is simple - I�m afraid. I am sure that for me the IB has not even began and that I don�t realize what I have got in to choosing this school. I look at the sky and see more and more clouds forming a terrible storm and I have no idea how to survive it without getting soaked.
But I prefer not to think much about the future. I live in the present and the present is the most important to me.
The summer holidays are getting closer and closer, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and the children are laughing outside but there is one thing that makes it impossible for me to relax. The subject choice. One of the major reasons for which I decided to start learning in IB programme was my lack of certainty what I want to do in the future - the additional year for making the decision seemed to be a great opportunity for me. Unfortunately, this year has nearly passed and I still haven't made up my mind. Although it is said that having a lot of interests is something good, in my case this variety of subjects that I'm interested in is just posing a problem. It is impossible, or at least extremely tough, to be a Renaissance man in the 21st century. I have to determine myself and the decision that I am to take will probably affect my entire future life. Isn't it horrible? To cap it all, there is a quite serious possibility, that there won't be enough people who will have chosen German, one of the few subjects about which I'm pretty sure, to create a group. It's not easy to be a pre-IB student.
Wednesday
The winter holiday is nearly over. I had had ambitious plans to realize during my spare two weeks, but eventually they didn�t end with a great success. Well, to be honest, I have done hardly anything. (To be even more honest, I�ve done completely nothing). I had intended to come back to school with a consciousness of having no essays to write, no tests to learn for etc, even though I had known that this wonderful feeling wouldn�t last longer than to the first English lesson. Four (or five, I�m not really sure) tests are waiting for me in the following week and I�m aware that the state of my knowledge has experienced a dramatic plunge during the last weeks. But the approaching exams aren�t the worst, I generally prefer writing something at school to doing it at home and if it�s not a subject that demands a lot of learning by heart and you�re quite intelligent, you are very likely to get an objectively good (or at least satisfying) note with only a quick glance into the notebook just before entering the class. Much more tiring are tasks, like essays or presentations, which you are to do at home and that require a lot of time. I had assumed that till the end of holidays I would be finished with �Lord of the flies�, but I only waded through to the page 19 and then started reading something else. I had planned visiting at least two CAS-places, although even at the moment of planning I�d been almost sure that I wouldn�t do it. This entry was also intended to be written on this Friday I�m telling about, but in fact today, when I�m scribbling these words, it�s Saturday a week later.
Tuesday
CAS. CAS is slowly becoming my nightmare.
Isn�t it cruel to give somebody hope, that there still exist people of good will, and destroy it asking for a stamp and signature?
Monday
Contrary to popular belief, IB (or rather pre-IB, because my opinion about the IB is, for the time being, mostly based on speculation, hopes, fears and some terrifying pictures from the Internet) does not include learning by heart all the day and writing piles of essays. I have to admit that we have a lot of work and almost every day begin school before the sunrise to get back home at about 5 pm, but, as a matter of the fact, the most frightening thing is not that how much I do - just the opposite. When I finally arrive at home after a long day in school, my schedule looks like that:
1. Dinner;
2. Guitar;
3. Tea;
4. Reading;
5. Supper;
6. Internet;
7. Tea;
8. BED (at last!),
so no wonder I have to learn on breaks and everyone stares at me as if I was an IB student. I am full of remorse, and this feeling still increases. It�s horrible when you phone your friends from other schools (which are not regarded as the schools for the most hard-working) and hear that they have no time for a meeting because of a test or homework. Even worse is listening people from your class talking about how hard they have been working during the weekend and realizing that you have spent the entire Saturday (and Saturday night) playing broad games. I can�t say that this lifestyle does not suit me. My marks are also admirable (at least in my opinion), so why I�m trying to work systematically at all? The answer is simple - I�m afraid. I am sure that for me the IB has not even began and that I don�t realize what I have got in to choosing this school. I look at the sky and see more and more clouds forming a terrible storm and I have no idea how to survive it without getting soaked.
But I prefer not to think much about the future. I live in the present and the present is the most important to me.
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