Strolling through the hallways at dilapidated Unnamed High School (UHS) in a city in the United States Midwest, IB Grad endured multiple horrible flashbacks of ToK, English A1, History, Physics, Math, Biology, and ToK. Harassment of IB Student was common practise among non-IB students, or so she deluded herself into thinking when she had been an overstressed and paranoid IB Student. When she visited UHS this past week, she was struck by how annoying high schoolers are and gives her former teachers multiple props and imaginary accolades for putting up with annoying students such as she and her peers had been.

She was ever amused to be able to be strolling freely through the hallways without being apprehended by security guards, or Dementors as she is quite fond of calling them. How shocked and embarassed the Dementors were when they saw the “visitor” tag stuck to her shirt.

Though she loves her eccentric professors, she missed her weirdo high school teachers. (Note that weirdo, when used by IB Grad, is normally meant to be a compliment). When she sees her teachers, that part of her that secretly wants to be a teacher is awakened and then immediately suppressed by IB Grad’s Ego when she suddenly remembers that she does a piss poor job of explaining stuff and has little resilience when faced with the task of controlling disrespectful and cocky high schoolers. She would also be too lax with grades, which benefits no one especially if they are doing a crappy job.

What struck her like a brick that suddenly appears as one is strolling casually through a garden (as her history teacher was fond of saying), was how much she did not miss the oppressively over-heated and smelly atmosphere of UHS. Peeeee yoooo.

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