Letter to Third Year IB

Dearest Third Year of IB,

You are coming to an end, and I must say…that was hella quick. Frightening IB Coordinator was right when she mentioned to us that Time would speed up immensely after 2nd year.

I can’t believe you’re ending in a few weeks.

Maybe it’s because last year was so bad that you seemed so much better. I don’t know what it is. But for some reason, I had a really good time with you, Third Year of IB.

While yes, we had our differences (pathetic IB History IA marks, for example), and we had our horrid times (that Mock exam week), at the end of the year, you were pretty good for an IB year.

There were good things, of course. Many of them. For once in my IB life, I looked forward to every class (EXCEPT TOK). I had excellent teachers this year who took the time to help their students and get closer to them. What I appreciate most is that they admit to being human (unlike certain androids I had in the past); they admit to their mistakes and faults. Blah blah blah sentimentality here. Teardrops.

So anyways, I don’t know how Fourth Year will be. I’ve heard from some that the workload is lighter, from others that it’s much heavier and that you’ll be on the verge of mental collapse every four seconds. Either way, I’ll get used to your sibling, Third Year.

This year will be ending sadly, but I can’t imagine how much next year will be even more sad. Next year, I will be leaving many friends who have suffered with me on this journey.

Being Un-Well

So,
I’ve, Somehow, Become Sick.
Runny Nose, Headache, Slight Fever, WTF, Sick.
Not Perverted, Mentally Off, W/E, Sick.
That Sort Of Stuff Is Normal For Me.

…I Have A Runny Nose, With Tissue Put In It To Stop It From Running So Much.
It’s Sort Of Sad How I Feel Like An Elephant Right Now,
Shaking My Head From Side To Side Pretending To Make Elephant Noises.
It Might Be Me Being Delirious From The Sickness.
Or I’m Just Going More Insane Because I Still Have Homework To Finish.

Most Of The Time, People Take Days Off From School (…Or Work) If They’re Sick.
But I Don’t Like Doing That.
It’s Not Really That I Like School,
It’s Just A Hassle To Get All That Make-Up Work Or Get Caught Up On Whatever You Missed From Those Days.

So I’ll Probably End Up Going To School,
Feeling Miserable,
Not Paying A Whole Lot Of Attention,
But Feeling Somewhat Alright Because I Know I Won’t Have To Worry At Home About What I Might Be Missing.

Also, I Ended Up Reading More Of A Book We Have To Read For School, Further Than Was Assigned….
And My Nose Is Running…So Much That It Sounds Similar To How The Main Character’s Nose Is Running.
Except I Do Not Have A Huge, Cucumber-Like, Nose.
*Sneezes*

Hope All Of You Peoples Are Healthy And Happy (Hey! SUMMER IS COMING! YAY!)

Oh look! Updates

So now that it is May, I must update you all on General IB Life. Not a moment of my time is wasted on non-IB Life nowadays because…

Testing is over! For the most part. I am still not sure whether we are to have actual Final IB exams this year because the Mock AP/IB exams count for so much.

No such thing as [breaks because] I will be spending my summer working on various projects, fulfilling CAS requirements, and thinking about important life questions.

Extended Essay 2nd draft is due soon. Thankfully, it doesn’t really have to be completed until Fall of 2008. Wonderful, eh? I’ll be working on this project throughout the summer. Given that this is my last IB summer ever, I must point out that there are no breaks for IB diploma candidates such as myself. No such thing as I wil be spending my summer working on various projects, fulfilling CAS requirements, and thinking about important life questions.

Internal/External Assessments. My God. My teachers made the brilliant decision of putting all of our big projects at the end of the year. Of course, this means that I am more prepared, information-wise, to complete these IAs and EAs but…it’s a lot of work. Then again, I have no daily homework (except for French SL, thanks, Mme Prof).

Third Year is almost over! I can’t believe IB3 (read: IB Year 3 because IB is a 4 year programme at my school) is coming to an end in just a few weeks. That means I’ve spent 3 years of my precious adolescent years writing very academic papers, researching obscure dictators/scientists/important figures, trying to figure what the hell an author is really thinking…

This is the most difficult year thus far of the IB road I have chosen. I’m not sure if the pre-diploma years really prepared me for this 2 year diploma sequence, but I’m surprisingly not at the verge of a mental breakdown, which I assume to be some good sign that I’ve efficiently adapted to the throes and woes of IB.

My social life has effectively been murdered by Forces Beyond My Control. I haven’t seen a movie with friends in 3 months and hardly have time for much of any non-IB socialising. Everyday, it becomes more and more difficult for me to talk about non-IB topics such as that thing normal people call Free Time (whatever that means, anyway). My life is no longer separated into IB and non-IB, even, it is simply IB Life. Lulz.

Magic. A new editor has entered the ranks of the IB bloggers. Remember Vague IB Student in the interview I conducted? She is now here. She refuses to call herself by anything other than Magic. Don’t ask me why. But, without further ado, say hi to her in this post.

What “I Am Magic” posted as an intro:

Hello. I am here to join this blog of IBness failness.

So we have just died from survived weeks of testing. Yet there is still a ton of work for us to do. What horror joy.  *cough*

Well. I don’t know what to say anymore at the moment. So back to the work I go.

Newcomer.

Hello. I am here to join this blog of IBness failness.

So we have just died from survived weeks of testing. Yet there is still a ton of work for us to do. What horror joy.  *cough*

Well. I don’t know what to say anymore at the moment. So back to the work I go.

Recovering

And now, a short summary of IB Student and NoburuFails’ week.

Anxiety.“OMG THE TEST THAT IS WORTH 50% OF OUR IB GRADE FOR _____ IS TWO DAYS FROM NOW.” CRAMCRAMCRAM.

Apprehension. “Can I just walk out on test day from the Testing Room/die/quit IB even though it’s a bit late in the game for that/get horrendously ill and be hospitalised for some undetermined amount of time as a means of escape from IB?”

Testing. “Well that wasn’t too bad.”

Breakdown. “*agonizes* OMG! I think I completely missed the point of question 6 on the Paper 1!! DID I FILL IN THOSE BUBBLES RIGHT FOR SECTION I??”

Repeat. “What?! The History exam is THIS FRIDAY?” 

Proposals And Other Things

So, Lately, In School I’ve Had To Write A Lot Of Proposals For Papers.
Each Time I Read Or Hear The Word “Proposal”,
I Think About Getting Married.
And Then I Feel Silly Giving Proposals To Teachers.
It Makes Me Feel Like I’m Saying “DEAR TEACHER, PLEASE MARRY ME!”.

Of Course, I Even Feel Happy(ish) When My Proposal Is Accepted.
And When It Isn’t, I Feel Horrible And Can’t Really Function At My Best For A While.
Although Right Now, I’m Just Pretending Like I Know How It Feels To Be Rejected For A Proposal To Marry Someone.

I Think I’ll Move On A Bit From That Topic.

I Really Don’t Have Much To Post About.
Sorry That I Haven’t Posted In A Long Time…
If Only Homework Was Like Writing In A Blog.

Actually, I Think I’d Procrastinate On That Too.