I think maybe this will help you all understand the ridiculous world in which I live known as the International Baccalaureate...
You know you're in IB when....
-You begin to talk to yourself, then disagree about the subject, get into a nasty row about it, lose, and refuse to talk to yourself for the rest of the day.
-You can spell "Baccalaureate".
-You go to bed at 3AM and think, "Oh, it's an early night!"
-You've fooled yourself into believing that colleges actually care whether you're in IB or not.
-You write sentences on multiple-choice tests.
-Your idea of impure thoughts is whether or not to copy math homework.
-You've developed an imprint of your book bag in your back.
-Your books weigh more than you do.
-You consider giving up going to the bathroom permanently to give you more time to study.
-You find that you overreact when you get 2 points marked off on your homework.
-The simplest words you know are at least 10 letters long.
-You still get kicks saying "Your epidermis is showing."
-You think MTV is a formula for mass, temperature and volume.
-You've mastered the art of procrastination so well that your research paper finishes printing just seconds before you have to leave for school.
-You find pleasure in spelling people's names using chemical symbols.
-You sneak Rubik's cubes into class.
-You compare your love life to politics and/or math.
-Energy drinks and coffee become the largest part of your diet.
-You miss school to do homework.
I can honestly say that probably 90% of these are directly applicable to my own life experience. Especially the whole procrastination thing. I've literally had to chase the bus because i was waiting for a major paper to print... more than once. And whenever an IB kid skips school it's to finish a research paper or big assignment.