An Ode To IB

My feelings towards my High School Diploma (IB) written in another old poem


(When the course began...)

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I thought was enough to tell my fate...
I knew there was no way it could ever be easy,
But neither did I think it would make me go crazy!

Some ex-IB grads told me
"So you are doing IB...
Then you must have a strong heart
'Cause its soon gonna be hit by many a dart!

Consider your school as a huge web,
With the school staff making up for the scab...
The IB course is then the spider
And YOU are the victim of this rider!"

To say the least, IB is there as a nightmare,
Which caused my hands to shake and my legs could neither bear!
The pressure from IB had already begun
And so did the wait for the rise of a new sun!

(After the course is over...)

Work is the word which accumulates it all...
Since this is what defines the toll
The more you work, the less the toll,
So you will only rise, never to fall...

However, with EE, PSOW and CAS also to do
Only this key, won't get you through...
So the list also includes enthusiasm and determination,
Which will impress others, much to your fascination!

I won't say that IB has a lot for you to worry,
But it doesn't mean that you can do it in a scurry!
Just be patient...and relax,
And the next thing you know...a 45's on your fax!