After a painfully long marathon of school, I figured it was about time to update y'all on my life. (Not that you care too much. )

School's been going on for a good while now, and 50% of the time I'm there I wish I was pulling and Oedipus and stabbing my eyes out. The other 50%, I'm so delusional from lack of sleep I'm giddy and giggling hysterically (If I don't end this year speaking in third person and laughing like a hyena at everything, it will be a miracle).
Some of you may or may not have heard about my classes lately, so I'm just gonna give a flat out description

I'm currently a member of the Internation Baccaleureate Programme (spelt all fancy schmancy), otherwise known as Ibuprofen--I MEAN, IB classes. What it is in its basic sense is a set course of classes and curriculum taken by students around the world. It's designed so that if I graduate high school with an Ibuprofen--I MEAN, IB Diploma, it will be recognized by any school in the world. The classes are considered college level and I will be getting college credit for them. They weight your grades and are on a 5.0 GPA scale as opposed to the usual 4.0.

Now this summer, when I registered for all of my classes, my parents and I were adamantly against this IB thing on the basis of it's description online. It sounds like a bunch of hippie, one-world government, feel-good, politically correct HOO-HAH (oh, and it comes from Chicago. Never trust anything that comes from Chicago). Plus, I had had some of the IB teachers as regular teachers, and they sucked majorly so I had no desire to ever see them again. EVER. Buuuuut, then my aunt (who is an assisstant principal and former principal and IB/AP English teacher) came to visit, heard my school offered the IB Programme, and had a total HERNIA when she found out I wasn't a part of it. She started weaving all these scary stories that I'd never get into a decent college if I didn't do it, I'd fail at life, I'd never get a job--OH, THE HORROR!! -_-;

Luckily, my mom is brilliant and didn't buy into all of that, but then she started thinking. What would the colleges think if they saw this "gifted learner" student coming from an IB school and NOT taking the IB classes? They'd think I was a total loony or some lazy arse, that's what they'd think! (They'd be right, but still)
We aren't the richest family ever. In fact, I bet if it wasn't for Fmr. Pres. Bush's GI Bill, I wouldn't even be able to afford college as of now. So, I need all the help I can get, and thus that means playing the acceptance game.

And it sucks majorly. Beyond all reason.


Here is my schedule:
X Days:
IB History of the Americas
IB French (it's like a French IV)
IB Anthropology (HAAAAAAAATE)
IB Math Studies (lolwhut?)
Y Days:
AP US Comparative Government (...)
Physics Honors ()
IB Visual Arts ()
IB English 11 ()

History sucks, my teacher is the laziest bum ever. She never teaches, just gives us projects and asks questions the whole time. "What do you think happened?" "Why do you think this is important?" "When do you think this happened?" I DON'T CARE JUST TEACH ME.

French is love, I have my favorite teacher from last year.
Anthropology... UUUUGH. I HATE IT SO MUCH... I didn't even want to take this class, it was the only one open because I changed my schedule so late.
Math Studies is a joke. We did VENN DIAGRAMS for pete's sake! VENN DIAGRAMS. Last year I was doing CONIC SECTIONS. Now VENN DIAGRAMS? Sheesh... I nearly fall asleep the whole time I'm in there.
I love govt. and politics, I really do, but I cannot stand my teacher. He's a biased, hateful, sarcastic, swearing PERVERT. Anything he can relate to sex, he will, and it really bugs me. He's beyond immature...
PHYSICS.

My teacher is... the biggest dork EVER. But he's absolutely adorable, so it's okay. He's adorkable. He's new, this is his first year teacher. If I did my math right, he's only 22 years old (). He also has the most gorgeous blue eyes...
YOU DIDN'T READ THAT.
Art... You know where I stand on that. Go read my rants on my self-portrait.
English. ... ... :giggles: My teacher is amazing. Feduc' is so hysterical, watching him is like watching a cartoon; he's that animated. He's a very deceptive old man, though. He's so easy going and cool in class, then you take his tests and... OMFG, YOU DIE. THEY ARE SO HARD.
But I love him. =B

It's funny how much stress they put on how difficult these classes are, because they really aren't. They're almost a joke. The majority of the teachers don't teach, are really immature, love telling us disturbing stories of their teenage years when they had tongue piercings, etc. etc. What's been KILLING me with them is EXORBITANT amounts of homework! I have on average been reading over 50 pages out of my textbooks a night. Plus essays, plus projects up the wazzoo, plus DOCUMENT reading, and whatever ELSE they feel like throwing in! It's ridiculous! I have literally been working on homework from the minute I get home (2:40ish) to, at the earliest, 9:30, and latest, 11:30. I wake up at 5 every morning for school, I am an early-to-bed, early-to-rise kind of person. This lifestyle is KILLING ME.

Oh, and now I'm sick.
Swine flu, anyone?
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