“Apparently sleep is optional for teenagers” said a friend of mine. I agree completely. Apparently sleep is a rare nugget that is difficult to come by for IB students. The following are 3 ways you might identify with because you are a very sleep deprived victim of IB
1. You develop a completely different biological clock for the weekends.
During the weekends, you wake up in the PM because of the hours of sleep IB deprived you of during the week. Then, as a result of waking up so late into the day, your body forces you to stay well awake into the AM. Thus, by the time Monday rolls around, you’re screwed because you end up going to sleep late and waking up early. During the week, you slip back into going to sleep in the early morning, due to your massive amount of homework, and prying yourself from the bed (though we all know your mom does this), and trudging to school. The cycle then repeats throughout each week. You subsequently slip into a vicious circle of sleep debt caused by the IB Monster.
2. You don’t get work done during free periods.
According to my school, free periods are blocks during which students drive themselves academically by doing independent work. This is complete and utter cow cookie. Despite completely floundering in sleep debt and having piling mounds of work, you opt to spend your free periods socializing with your other IB friends (because these are the only friends you’ll have as another tragic result of the IB Monster’s reign of terror), gaming, or perhaps blogging (ahem, ahem). Oh yeah, the hours spent not thinking about, and possibly suppressing your memories, your IA or EE because you’re in denial comes back to bite you in the arse sooner or later.
3. You understand this word completely: caffeine.
The word caffeine means the world to you. It saves you from going from class to class and being completely dead to the world. Caffeine comes in many forms: tea, soda, and most importantly, coffee. COFFEE. By the time your IB career is over (hahahahaha), you’ll drink twice your weight in coffee.
Coffeemakesyoutalklikethisforafewhoursoncethecaffeinehighstartstokickin andeverythignstartsslowingdownormaybeyourethespeed ingupidkthis sentencedoesntmakesenseatallandthenafter a few hours things start to seem like this and before you know it, you jussst craaaaaassshhh.
Not only does IB “encourage a world perspective, allow you to develop critical thinking skills, and instill a lifelong love for learning”, it apparently also fuels caffeine-addicted IB graduates. Thank you, IB Monster.
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source: the oatmeal
What is normality or abnormality to you? Who gets to define what normality is?
(not so) profound discussion during IB Psychology HL, we reached the topic of abnormality versus normality as part of the abnormal psychology coursework. The question posed was: How do you know if someone is insane? A slew of responses followed this generic question:
-they hurt themselves
-they hurt other people
-they commit a crime
-they can’t function properly in society
I guess each one of these statements have a grain of truth in them. Me, being the ever-so eager student of the class, I shot a question right back: Aren’t all these definitions related? They are interlinked because they imply that society gets to dictate normality.
My teacher, flabbergasted for a moment, stuttered out a response. “All right, how else would one define normality, other than using the standards of society?”
After a few dispersed responses, somehow, a concordance was reached: biology should be the answer. Biology should be the definitive standard for deciding whether a person is sane or insane.
Yet, aren’t all the books (including the DSM) structured and written by human beings? Does this not, once again, trace back to society and its dictatorship in defining normality?
None of the young, brilliant minds of IB Psychology HL students noted this fact.
The common perception is that the majority is “normal” and that this “normality” is the standard for sanity versus insanity that applies to everyone else, including the minority. Funny how things work sometimes.
I guess the incessant gnawing feeling in my innards will not go away until I’ve done at least SOME work. I woke up this morning, well, technically it was yesterday morning, feeling all pumped and ready to work. However, 5 hours later, I found myself still surfing the internet with my work left untouched. I was only snapped out of this continuous reverie by calls to dinner by my mom. After dinner, a sudden bout of stomachaches left me curled up in a fetal position for more than an hour. Now that I think about it, it must have been the food that caused it. Before I knew it, the day was over and it was time for bed. To me, summer days and nights just coalesce into one long stretch of time. I guess that’s how time “flies”.
Anyways, here I am in front of my laptop in the wee hours of the morning, all ready to start on my work. I’ve just downed two whole cups of orange juice so the sugar high should kick in soon, ensuring I won’t fall asleep, drooling all over my keyboard and leave unflattering marks all over my face. I
THINK I CAN DO THIS.
School starts in 2 days. I can’t wait for the amazing and new material covered in IB Year 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!. Of course, this comes along with the many essays and lab reports, the many periods of hyperventilation and over anxiety, and last, but not least, the many sleepless nights and mornings.
Yup, I can’t wait to face the IB Monster again.
Look at him, isn’t he adorable?
A state of being where one feels no motivation to finish work. That’s how I’ve felt for the past..oh, summer? It’s not an easy feat to “just snap out of it” and get on with life. Anyone who has ever procrastinated before can tell you that. However, it seems like I’m suffering from a severe bout of procrastination-itis. Yes, it is a dilemma, a problem so big I’ve unofficially made it a disease I’ve contracted. How on earth does one go about curing this dang disease?