We've been IB-ed!

Yesterday and today were the days when, if the we were a corporation (we kind of are, but I mean if we were one with money), the executives would arrive in their bizjets from the land of the rich and prosperous and appropriately hygienic and visit the pawns to examine how production is coming.
Minus the bizjet, this is an accurate description: they're strolling through the factory in their expensive suit & tie outfit, talking to nervous engineers with calculators in belt holsters, sub execs wearing cheap suits, and mechanics in dirty blue coveralls. They would have their clipboard and pen, making mysterious notes, questioning, poking, prodding, probing, investigating.

We, the students, are the product they are performing their quality checks on.
They're pretty innovative if you think about it: they've managed to create a product that actually talks back and tells 'em what is wrong.

The IB is the clearest image of corporate level bureaucracy for us at this point in our [pointless] lives, and were in contact with it on a daily basis. Every project, every activity, every teacher, will invariably somehow incorporate IB BS (stands for bullshit but also for bureaucratic sheeshkabab—the food that keeps bureaucracy going) relating to making links with the areas of interaction and [insert more BS here]. Nobody likes it, but we've been stupid enough to hold still, so now, we're used to it. Since mindless bureaucracy does exist, and will be part of the lives of a majority of us for the rest of our lives since the majority of us have gotten our minds dulled and our imagination vaporized, we tolerate it and have become pretty good at it.

What brings a faint smile to your face and an evil snicker from your soul is when you listen to the exchange as the executives question the products. We praise the teachers, express indifference as to the IB program and projects, but we demolish, vilify, and figuratively (although I'm sure some people also literally) poop on the attempted imitation of the IB program by the CSMB which is called the 'reform' !

It is an horrible attempt at copying the IB process. We end up with questions like: How do you think your personality has helped you get through this project?
not to mention the absence of proper class material and their only excuse is: We're still trying to iron out the wrinkles, you're the lab rats, hang in there.

I don't know about you, but I don't find that comforting. To my knowledge, lab rats end up dead well before reaching their average lifespan.

Again, they've given themselves the privilege of playing God. They're risking our future to perfect a new way of teaching, which is supposed to reduce dropout rates, heighten interest, and 'produce' smarter generations of kids ready for the adult world!
So far, it's raised dropout rates, lowered interest, increased teacher workload, decrease amount of knowledge students receive.

Probably their utopian vision will happen one day, but how many more generations will be sacrificed before they hit the magical combination? Why did they opt for a one shot total revamp instead of a gradual implementation? We aren't short of time, at last check, we still had a few hundred years before our sun explodes/implodes.


PS: Something that worries me is their general philosophy which can be summed up as so:

They don't need to know anything by heart (specifically definitions, formulas) because it's all written down, and documented by previous generations, so they can just look it up on the internet or in books if and when they need it.

Oh, is that right? What have you been snorting? What if the power goes out? What if we're stranded on an deserted island? What if an EMP takes out every electronic device and the internet? What if there's a nuclear holocaust? What if a giant piece of shit shat by god, aka, an asteroid, impacted with the earth and caused a worldwide extinction? What if there is an zombie invasion?
I don't know about you, but I don't walk around with a few dozen volumes of encyclopedias strapped to my ass waiting for the Apocalypse.