YAY IB!!!!!!!!
I was a diploma candidate, but no cigar. We were all screwed over, those of us who took chemistry, because they had this whore of a woman trying to teach us and she didn't know squat, AND HAD A CHEMISTRY DEGREE. Plus I had some other issues (I was sick the day the lady came to review portfolios for Art & Design). I got a 4 on the Spanish, 4 on the English, 5 on the Math and 2 on the Chemistry (which EVERYONE got, they DID NOT prepare us for that test), and I forget the others.
The program in my school DEFINATELY helped me, because we had a million page papers due in like 2 days all the time, so I got used to writing big papers, research, plageri...I mean paraphrasing
and just with a heavy workload in general. SO when I got to college and everybody is freakin out, I can get up the day of, throw together a 9 page paper in 3 hours and get an A. And I know how to BS through ANYTHING, which is the ONLY way I was able to get through 22 credits of CRUCIAL classes this semester and get 7 out of 8 classes with A's!!!
Oh, and in history, we'd have these debates which were SO much fun. This one that was the best, we were split into pairs or groups of three and were assigned a country at random, and had to determine who started World War I. And of all countries, I had Germany. But best believe Germany didn't have ANYTHING to do with the war, per my debate
. What mad eit so funny was we all took it very seiously, and were fake-mad at people for the rest of the day from other countries.
AHHHHH, the memories. I loved IB.