Another depressing musing about the reform.

It's almost impossible to describe what we feel, us first generation children of the reform, on a first day of school.

Let me tell you why. Or at least attempt to.

When almost every one of your new teachers sigh, and treat you like you're stupider than non reform kids, you feel like dirt. Of course, some of it is good-natured, but nevertheless, having spent over a decade around teachers, you can feel deep down, that they really pity what's happened to us. And then you start pitying yourself.

When your new history teacher loudly proclaims her hate for the reform, and for the subject, you feel a little warmth in your heart, but then emptiness, as you realize that even your teacher doesn't have faith in the program you've been forced into... O.O

However, I feel I should give proper credit to the HIS teacher this year, as I like her reaction to the reform, which was not only saying no, but fuck no to the reform, and going ahead with teaching non reform material. Respect.
(And honestly, history is one of the [many] subjects that just inherently, by its very nature, not mix well with the reform)

Too bad, as students, saying no to the reform isn't a feasible option.
And don't take me wrong, I'm sure the reform will bring many good things to the system...when it's perfected. The test subjects, us, will just have to pay the sacrifice with our lives, in the symbolic sense. And I shudder to think of the first gen children-of-the-reform in less reputable schools. What will they do?

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IB quote of the day (from ibquotes.com duh)

When asked to comment on the IB a student replied: "I'd commit suicide but I don't have the time."