FUIB
I have decided to use this blog space as an actual personal blog. I am quite fond of keeping blogs even though I haven't kept one since I was a young, doe-eyed sophomore nervously scurrying between classes at a new school, hoping that I wouldn't get lost.
Which brings me here. Fast forward two years later. I am a senior. I am at the top of the high school food chain. I am "at the end of the tunnel" as my dad would say. I have been seeing that tiny speck of light gradually grow larger, yet it still seems no bigger than a tire swing.
Senior year. "It can't be that bad, can it?" Maybe I should have stuck with the latter half which expressed my existing fear of false expectations.
Oh how I loathe you, wretched IB program. The stress, the pain, the considerable amount of lack of sleep you have put me under. Procrastination is your plan, it is your death trap. And I am one of the many that have been snagged by your luring call to push school work to the last minute.
The EE, the World Lit Essays x 2, the TOK essay that I just finished exactly 12 minutes ago. But I must admit, I have underestimated your deceiving TOK expository writing demands. I tried to avoid you at all costs. I waited till 1:45 am to start this unfamiliar journey. However, I typed, and I typed some more. It was like a video game. Yes, I'm comparing an IB essay to a video game. I picked up the controllers (aka my mouse and my keyboard), I put in a new game (opened up a new Word doc), and I let my fingers tap away at the keyboard at full speed, only stopping once in a while to ponder upon what else to say. And before I knew it, I defeated the level. Maybe not the boss for I shall be facing him in May. But it only took me a mere 1 hour and 23 minutes to finish you.
But now my shoulders ache, my hands are frozen, and my hopes for it to snow are now diminished. I must retire to bed now. Or maybe I shall finish the history homework that I procrastinated more on.
End of first official blog.
Which brings me here. Fast forward two years later. I am a senior. I am at the top of the high school food chain. I am "at the end of the tunnel" as my dad would say. I have been seeing that tiny speck of light gradually grow larger, yet it still seems no bigger than a tire swing.
Senior year. "It can't be that bad, can it?" Maybe I should have stuck with the latter half which expressed my existing fear of false expectations.
Oh how I loathe you, wretched IB program. The stress, the pain, the considerable amount of lack of sleep you have put me under. Procrastination is your plan, it is your death trap. And I am one of the many that have been snagged by your luring call to push school work to the last minute.
The EE, the World Lit Essays x 2, the TOK essay that I just finished exactly 12 minutes ago. But I must admit, I have underestimated your deceiving TOK expository writing demands. I tried to avoid you at all costs. I waited till 1:45 am to start this unfamiliar journey. However, I typed, and I typed some more. It was like a video game. Yes, I'm comparing an IB essay to a video game. I picked up the controllers (aka my mouse and my keyboard), I put in a new game (opened up a new Word doc), and I let my fingers tap away at the keyboard at full speed, only stopping once in a while to ponder upon what else to say. And before I knew it, I defeated the level. Maybe not the boss for I shall be facing him in May. But it only took me a mere 1 hour and 23 minutes to finish you.
But now my shoulders ache, my hands are frozen, and my hopes for it to snow are now diminished. I must retire to bed now. Or maybe I shall finish the history homework that I procrastinated more on.
End of first official blog.
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