ahh nostalgia
I came across this list of "You Know You're In IB When..." and these are the ones that especially reminded me of Sacred Heart:
-You can achieve a Runner's High by sitting up.
-You say the same sentence over and over again, not realizing you've said it before.
-You wonder if brewing is an essential step in the consumption of coffee.
-You discover the aesthetic beauty of school supplies.
-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.
-"I.B., therefore I B.S."
-You've fooled yourself into believing that colleges actually care whether you're in IB or not.
-It's okay to fail, so long as you are not alone.
-You frequently catch yourself saying "What?? We had homework??"
-You manage to complete a semesters worth of homework the day before the term ends.
-You don't really cheat - you just tell people the answers.
-Your list of excuses for not doing your homework is the length of Anna Karenina.
-It takes more than one trip to carry the books you need between your car and your locker.
-You carry around vocabulary flash cards to whip out in your free time.
-You actually believe "mental health days" are excused absences.
-You always seem to have one continuous headache.
-You hyperventilate every time you see a traditional student, praying that you'll never become like them.
-You look forward to your in-school finals as a change of pace from your IB exams.
-You still gets kicks saying "Your epidermis is showing."
-Everything you know about sex, you learned from the English reading list.
-It's the little things that confuse you.
-When asked what significance Hitler had to Racial Social Darwinism, you say "Well, he didn't like Jews."
-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 get to college and realize the classes you are taking seem really familiar.
-Your college professors' grading systems seem a little too lenient.
-You dread the word rubric.
-You've managed to get through an entire year of History of the Americas without reading one page of your text book. (so familiar its scary. And I got a 5 on that exam!)
-When you go to the library, you see a least three or four of your classmates.
-To celebrate finishing your IB exams you decide to be really wild and go for coffee.
-You hold "parties" to study.
-you enjoy complaining and scaring underclassmen (yeah, and they gave us 500 pages of History, but I managed to do that even though my back is now permanently damaged by the weight of my backpack, and the track bugs almost got me so I was exhausted from running... etc.)
-at least 4 of your classes (history, english, ToK, psychology) are talking about almost the same thing, or at least you think they are
-you realize the IB drop outs are smarter than you are
-you get angry at someone for being late so you can't copy their homework.
the good old days at SHA...I don't really miss being in high school...
Back to that FLA paper.
-You can achieve a Runner's High by sitting up.
-You say the same sentence over and over again, not realizing you've said it before.
-You wonder if brewing is an essential step in the consumption of coffee.
-You discover the aesthetic beauty of school supplies.
-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.
-"I.B., therefore I B.S."
-You've fooled yourself into believing that colleges actually care whether you're in IB or not.
-It's okay to fail, so long as you are not alone.
-You frequently catch yourself saying "What?? We had homework??"
-You manage to complete a semesters worth of homework the day before the term ends.
-You don't really cheat - you just tell people the answers.
-Your list of excuses for not doing your homework is the length of Anna Karenina.
-It takes more than one trip to carry the books you need between your car and your locker.
-You carry around vocabulary flash cards to whip out in your free time.
-You actually believe "mental health days" are excused absences.
-You always seem to have one continuous headache.
-You hyperventilate every time you see a traditional student, praying that you'll never become like them.
-You look forward to your in-school finals as a change of pace from your IB exams.
-You still gets kicks saying "Your epidermis is showing."
-Everything you know about sex, you learned from the English reading list.
-It's the little things that confuse you.
-When asked what significance Hitler had to Racial Social Darwinism, you say "Well, he didn't like Jews."
-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 get to college and realize the classes you are taking seem really familiar.
-Your college professors' grading systems seem a little too lenient.
-You dread the word rubric.
-You've managed to get through an entire year of History of the Americas without reading one page of your text book. (so familiar its scary. And I got a 5 on that exam!)
-When you go to the library, you see a least three or four of your classmates.
-To celebrate finishing your IB exams you decide to be really wild and go for coffee.
-You hold "parties" to study.
-you enjoy complaining and scaring underclassmen (yeah, and they gave us 500 pages of History, but I managed to do that even though my back is now permanently damaged by the weight of my backpack, and the track bugs almost got me so I was exhausted from running... etc.)
-at least 4 of your classes (history, english, ToK, psychology) are talking about almost the same thing, or at least you think they are
-you realize the IB drop outs are smarter than you are
-you get angry at someone for being late so you can't copy their homework.
the good old days at SHA...I don't really miss being in high school...
Back to that FLA paper.