I’ll Be
I have no idea what motivated me to make another post. I thought I had given up on this blog for good.
So far, I’ve been writing my opinions on various issues, as opposed to random nonsense on how wonderful my life has been. Again, I don’t know what has posessed me, but this time I intend to write random nonsense on how wonderfully terrible my life is.
See, we’re all stuck in this thing they call the International Baccalaureate. It’s a truly delightful mix of 6 subjects, not including TOK, EE, CAS and Hell. Yes, its nice and well-rounded. So the workload is barely manageable now but the good news is that it promises to quadraple monthly.
Anyway, the intention of this post is not to whine on and on about IB. Go back two months and tell me I would be on Facebook again. I wouldn’t have believed you. Go back two months and tell me I would gladly be in photos. Again I wouldn’t have believed you. Go back two months ago and tell me of the drastic thing people would do to achieve something. Once more I wouldn’t have believed you. Yet now here I am, on Facebook, taking random photos and having done that drastic thing. Now you tell me of the horror stories of IB, now I will believe you.
(NOTE: The following paragraph will be very vague and extremely difficult to understand. Therefore, you should stop reading here) Then there’s that one prickly issue. Again it’s something I have never believed would have happened to me. Yet it has. I think of the possible advice people will give me if I ask for help. While what they’ll tell me to do makes perfect sense, I have witnessed how following that advice has screwed someone over. The expected result is just that, expected. Its never guranteed and the risk far outweighs what might happen if it works out well. If I can actually make an accurate guess, maybe I can decide if I should follow that advice, but then making a wrong guess WILL kill you. Aaand far on the other side, I could be totally wrong about everything. Maybe it is just something that was interpreted wrongly, if thats the case then there is no problem at all, and I would have just wasted about two weeks of my life worrying about nothing.
As an aside and a final thought, is it right to tell a lie? I’ve been telling a few of these lately and I kind of regret it. I might have done some irrepairable damage… again.
