IT WAS.

It was phenomenal, terrifying, hard, beat-face-into-table kind of difficult, strenuous, stressful, nerve-wracking, trudgy, painstaking, finite, wacky, wyrd :), worth it (??), valuable, worrisome, crazy, insane, "very rigorous," (Baron, always), frightening, scary, terrible sometimes, wonderful sometimes, ehh sometimes, AHHHHHHHHHHH sometimes, YAY sometimes, dang-I'm-glad-I'm-done-with-that sometimes, "Thanks Mrs. G!!!" all the time, worldwide, collaborative, gratifying, rewarding, sinister, yet AWESOME.

I evidently have a love-hate relationship with IB, and that's okay.  I'm sure everyone reading this feels the exact same way (Mrs. Genesky I'm sure you at least felt that way when you were an IB student :)), and it would have sucked without all of you.  The complaining was a little much sometimes, but it really did unify us: we were all trudging up the mountain, IB work our Sisyphus rock, whining and procrastinating (I honestly hate procrastinating but I take too long on other work so this one wonderful assignment is usually something I procrastinate on) and getting through it together.  That was a really long sentence, but that's literally how I write, and AC and Anurupa and Vanessa and Mrs. G can attest to that :). 

So anyway, IB is all of the things above, but I am so proud of all of us for pushing through and finishing.  We are ALMOST DONE, and I am counting down the days until exams end.  But I will miss everyone so much once we leave.  I'm going off and partying (not really) for a year before college and all of you will be in college and will love it.  I'll remember you guys and probably do a double take on a million people next year, thinking that it's someone from IB, and find out it's not.  We will all probably do that once in a while.  So just remember: remember us and all of the great and terrible times we were a part of.

I thoroughly enjoyed all of my IB teachers, and of course I am a fan of all (or almost all) of our 55-ish person class.  It was a pleasure to talk, laugh, cry with you.