I stumbled out into the courtyard to try to flee my misery, but of course we can never flee the misery that is within us
So, apparently all the little arts students are running around today like headless chickens. They’ve got to hand in their final coomponent stuff, you know, the pictures of their artwork and some pages from their SKB or whatever…
I’m so glad I’m in theater and had to deal with that a couple of months ago on opening night (;
cleopatrasdownwardspiral asked: I'm going to die next yr when I become a junior in high school and must deal with the seriousness of the IB program, right?
This blog scares me lol...yet amuses me
You won’t die… too painfully ;P
Honestly, IB was the best choice I’ve ever made, and even though I’m drowning in HW, IA’s, my EE, tok Essya, and the like I wouldn’t change it for anything.
In conclusion you’ll die but it’ll be worth it, haha (:
I’m glad you read the
piece of shit blog! Dark sense of humor is the only sense of humor for IBers.
Wake up and realize the Extended Essay is due:
Get to school and find friends to freak out with:
Crowding around Banas’ office to hand the paper in:
HANDING THAT 4,000 WORD ESSAY INTO ELISSA BANAS’ COLD SPINY HANDS:
Spending the rest of the day in complete euphoria:
THIS WAS MY THURSDAY TOO!!! hhahahahahahaha