IB Student Adventures

Ahh, finally. Some honest whining. But first, I give you this problem:

Assume that:

1. All IB students are procrastinators.
2. All procrastinators are IB students.
3. I am an IB Student.

What assumption can one make about IB Student based on the assumptions listed above? (Answer found in Guide to the Obvious, page 17). Disclaimer: Statements 1 and 2 are not necessarily true, but for the sake of this problem, assume that they are.

Anyway, certain signs tell you that the school year is getting into full gear. Papers due every other day, tests spaced out throughout the week, cups of coffee drunk three times a day, various malaises infecting people everyday, the words “free time” slowly escaping your brain every second, an aching throb attacking your mind almost every minute you attempt to think in class coherently (especially TOK)…

It’s been only a few weeks since school started and already I’m beginning to see which class I might not do so well in. Of all the classes I am taking, the only one that’s starting off rather shakily is Theory of Knowledge.  Already I am getting less than spectacular marks and to be honest, it’s worrying me a bit.

I know we will use this class in some way to demonstrate and of course analyse how all our IB subjects are inter-connected in some way. I know that I am probably jumping to conclusions about TOK. But I have to whine about something, right? (Well, okay. Perhaps not. But I love to whine, as you’ll realise).

So far, I do not understand fully what exactly the purpose of this class is other than to rattle my mind moreso than it already is. Ironically, we are taught logic in TOK and yet it seems that there is nothing logical about spending extensive amounts of time examining/analysing/dissecting one’s thought processes when one is thinking too much already.

Do I not spend enough time suffering from existensial depressions (which arise from my fatalistic perspective on life, which is to say that I view everything, including my life in IB, as pre-determined and uncontrollable because the Fates are cruel)?

Do I not spend enough hours pondering upon why cockroaches exist and why they bite me every night, leaving multiple (and very disgusting) bites on my legs, arms, and extremities?

Do I not spend enough of my time analysing the extent to which *insert name of major war here* was *insert statement here*?

Do I not squander away my minutes with thoughts on the reason why I am in this programme in the first place and why I enlisted myself in such a programme? Was I that masochistic, two years ago, when I decided to apply to IB?

Am I being repetitive?

Do I demand too much of humanity?

Am I being repetitive?

Will I be rich someday?

Does altruism exist or does everything have a basis in egocentrism?

Am I going crazy??

Why did my computer randomly freeze on me just as I was about to print something out?

Do I ask myself too many questions??

You see, too much activity in my mind for me to think about thinking!! If that makes any logical sense, of course.

I’ll willingly give TOK another chance, but only if it gives me one as well.