IB

ok, it's the final straw, I have become absolutely desperate to start my extended essay rough draft, YES I am aware that my IB coordinator wants a second draft in two weeks, and NO I don't that this is a good enough reason to start now. Well, I would, except that I don't really know how to even begin. It isn't as though I have had to write one of these bad boys before. And I mean the excuse of being stressed for IB Psychology test worked until after I actually took the test. and here I am, three weeks later, and not a key has been struck on my keyboard to begin the essay. I have my research, my outline, everything sitting next to me right now. My mom is beginning to beg and bribe me BUT IT WILL NOT HAPPEN. 

I was supposed to get a few copies of past extended essays months ago, and it has gotten to the point that I am too scared to go into the IB coordinators office to ask for some. My life is spiralling downwards. And you know what? I don't care one little bit about every minute grammar error in this blog, nor to I care about the fact that my verb tenses may or may not be correct. Je peut parle en francais, mais non, je voudrais parler en anglais, parce que I CAN'T SPELL FOR BEAN IN FRENCH. 

I keep getting lectures about my future, but I have a feeling somewhere in the pit of my stomach that if i wanted to have a good life I wouldn't have taken IB. I mean. well, I actually don't have too much to say to that except that my class rank has dropped from top 5% to top 15% and at the end of the semester I am certain to drop even further. GOD SAVE ME. 

God help me.

for those of you fools considering IB, don't bother if you have the choice and live in the US, transfer to a school that offers AP so you can pick and choose. Those smiling kids they bring into your classes to tell you how rewarding IB is, well they are lying, and I'm pretty sure that the teachers only make them do that to cause cognitive dissonance. (Dont take IB Psych)

IB supposedly inspires critical thinkers, but really it teaches you to think in a formula. I've heard some places that it conflicts with Christian values, but hey don't take my word for it, ask themAnyway, just thought I'd blow off some steam for you...ENJOY THE LAST YEARS OF YOU CHILDHOOD!