I provide to you (those watchers, most patient and longsuffering- my vestigial viewership) a sage quote, compliments of one William Feather:
"One of the indictments of civilizations is that happiness and intelligence are so rarely found in the same person."
I believe I have come to understand the reasoning. With History essays, Foreign Language work, TOK write-ups, Physics and Chemistry assignments, a 4,000 word Extended Essay to revise [or finish, or start, for some of us], and less than two fortnights until deadline, I begin to suspect if one of the basic tenants of IB is to insure that we are unhappy. Oftentimes they fail at it- Physics is fun!- but upon reviewing my own summer workload, I recognise their subtlety. Mulling over my academic corvée, I begin to feel a destitution which, heretofore, had been reserved for times of great personal loss, such as dropping my icecream cone on a sandy beach. My own despondency waxes with each passing moon, and my only solace is that I am not alone here. Misery loves company.
Dear Mr. Feather here is not to be taken lightly, either! With what shred of divination I may posses, I predict my fate to be a grim, 'unhappy' one. I, you see, am addicted to knowledge. Most noteably, (Quantum/Partical) physics. No, no. I digress. Happiness and intelligence (if I may be so bold) will be found in this person- electrons can be exciting.
Uwe.
P.S. If you caught the semiblatant pun, I have two things to say: 1) I'm proud, and 2) I apologise [Anybody who catches it would find it painful, methinks].
PPS It's late. I haven't reread this. Excuse grammar errors, punctuation mistakes, spelling blunders... coherent thought processes