Throwing Yourself Against a Brick Wall
Jan. 16th, 2006 05:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
knights_say_nihor, why I dropped the IB program.
Okay, so there's this teacher, see.
She is absolutely ridiculous.
FIRST she makes this absolutely idiotic speech about the imaginary benefits the program is going to give me. I research them? ALL LIES.
Neeeeeeeeeeeext we have a conversation about the fact that my life is the problem. Because obviously that's it. I've had a stressful term. Because, seriously, NEXT term my father will no longer BE suicidal, my aunt's manic depressive tendancies will be gone, my mother will cease to be dating someone I don't particularly like having over and will ALSO abandon the passing fad that is obsessive compulsive disorder... the list goes on, and on, folks. And it is NOT GETTING ANY FUCKING SHORTER.
And it's my life that's the problem.
Well, maybe that's true, but when you LIE to me about my credits. When you repeatedly tell me that 'the deadline is today, the deadline is today, the deadline is today' until you're blue in the face... shite, I flat out told you I wouldn't be able to get hold of my parents till later, and what do you do?
Next day, at 11 am, send me an email saying I HAVE to remain in the program if I don't get back to you by midnight, writing not only the language exam but the chemistry, neither of which I really wanted to do...
Last night I was prepared not to show up.
This morning, I find out that it's just a matter of not registering me after all. So you lied. AGAIN.
Tonight, I say SCREW IT.
I'm out of the program. I didn't need it to begin with. I'm not going to university out of the country, my school isn't gonna accept the credit value of my HLs, and I'm not spoiling my life to jump through hoops for you any more. I'm dropping Chemistry, dropping the math, and keeping up with a lower level of french. Instead, I get things like Classical Civ, World Issues/Religions, Law, History, WritersCraft, English and possible a lower level of math.
You know what?
I have no remorse, except that I let my parents badger me into jumping through the fucking hoop in the first place.
Okay, so there's this teacher, see.
She is absolutely ridiculous.
FIRST she makes this absolutely idiotic speech about the imaginary benefits the program is going to give me. I research them? ALL LIES.
Neeeeeeeeeeeext we have a conversation about the fact that my life is the problem. Because obviously that's it. I've had a stressful term. Because, seriously, NEXT term my father will no longer BE suicidal, my aunt's manic depressive tendancies will be gone, my mother will cease to be dating someone I don't particularly like having over and will ALSO abandon the passing fad that is obsessive compulsive disorder... the list goes on, and on, folks. And it is NOT GETTING ANY FUCKING SHORTER.
And it's my life that's the problem.
Well, maybe that's true, but when you LIE to me about my credits. When you repeatedly tell me that 'the deadline is today, the deadline is today, the deadline is today' until you're blue in the face... shite, I flat out told you I wouldn't be able to get hold of my parents till later, and what do you do?
Next day, at 11 am, send me an email saying I HAVE to remain in the program if I don't get back to you by midnight, writing not only the language exam but the chemistry, neither of which I really wanted to do...
Last night I was prepared not to show up.
This morning, I find out that it's just a matter of not registering me after all. So you lied. AGAIN.
Tonight, I say SCREW IT.
I'm out of the program. I didn't need it to begin with. I'm not going to university out of the country, my school isn't gonna accept the credit value of my HLs, and I'm not spoiling my life to jump through hoops for you any more. I'm dropping Chemistry, dropping the math, and keeping up with a lower level of french. Instead, I get things like Classical Civ, World Issues/Religions, Law, History, WritersCraft, English and possible a lower level of math.
You know what?
I have no remorse, except that I let my parents badger me into jumping through the fucking hoop in the first place.
