Sometimes I think of the past, of the 2 years I spent in IB.I remember I didn’t like it. It was tiring and friendships seemed to fall apart, and then fall back, and then fall apart again. But then again, as much as i hated these 2 years of schooling the most,  I guess its the only part of my life that I would do it all again. Just for the good parts, and for how it made me the person I am now.