The first time I dismissed the role of a teacher (in society, in my life?), was the last time I did so. Strutting down the long corridor of my 4th grade building, smug in the fresh success of having topped my class, I casually put down the skills of a teacher I didn’t like very much.
I knew straight away that this quirky little institute could incubate me with a renewed and refined vision and mission for my life.
With a few months left before I graduate, this is what I’ve appreciated about the place:
- little bureaucracy, and even less tolerance for crazy nonsense(of the wrong kind) coupled with a reasonable freedom to experiment and use the resources for one’s growth.
- Teachers who care about their standards, but also try to take the whole class along.
And here is what has been disappointing
- The newly imposed curfew timings
- Gender discriminatory hostels
While it may be prudent to refrain from summing up my experience of IBAB until I have left the place, my experience so far leaves little to ask in exchange for the price I have paid. IBAB was worth my time.
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