#im a good ib student

[hyunrun]

finishing my bio ia tonight i feel so powerful !!! doing research papers in hs is actually the bane of my life why does ib make us do this

on the plus side i got to make some use of my obsession w curly hair care T-T 12 yr old me would be proud !!!

[justgotpunched]

saying fuck it we ball after completing exactly two out of my 16 tasks planned for the weekend knowing I am about to either learn half a semseter of material in one night or die in school tomorrow

I will be calling this the academic experience

[10verboy]

it's so funny seeing "how I got into my prestigious university" vids on yt now bc it's like. man for me it was most likely my essay and the major I applied for I'm ngl

[girlwithfish]

i feel guilty for every thing i feel. currently feel guilty that i wasnt super friendly or talkative w some other substitute they put me with in the morning for monitoring tests. i wasnt mean or rude but did not talk beyond more than i had to and engage in a conversation w him. idk maybe im judgmental but middle aged to old white guys make me uncomfortable maybe ive had too many meh experiences w them lol. also just felt like i was talking to my dad bc he was asking me career questions like it is 8am please stop do i look like i want to talk abt careers im a substitute teacher rn. but i wasnt mean or rude i talked when he talked to me but that was it idk. prob did come off as standoffish. feel guilty for being tired after work even tho today was a nothing day really besides just watching kids and they were like IB students and a little older so they were really well behaved and fine almsot adults yk. did have to monitor lunch which felt dumb i hated just standing there walking around for 30min. feel guilty for feeling irritable after work too bc i just dont want to talk to anyone or be around anyone and i feel like I cant fully relax when im home etc etc. and feel guilty im tired but i also did not sleep good again so ig theres a legit reason. what if i just stopped attaching so much meaning and judgments to how i feel id be at peace maybe. unnecessary torment

[ventismacchiato]

sorry if this is personal but i saw anons say youre a med school student and thats so cool! im applying to college next year and just wanna know how u got into med school if thats okay to ask (and if ur based in the USA)? ik theres some colleges that have programs that allow u to directly matriculate into their med school after undergrad as long as you maintain a certain GPA and do well on MCAT, but those are hard to get into so i just wanna know if u have any advice orz.

i am! glad you think it’s cool lmfao and are you sure you wanna be a med student run while you can

and yes i’m in the us lol and idk how much i can give away without doxxing myself but i went to an ib highschool which is competitive and has a harder curriculum which helps you get into good schools 😭 i think ur best idea is to just maintain your gpa even if it is hard to get into cus that’s the truth for all med schools 🤷

idrk how to answer this i’m probably not the best person if anyone else is a med student comment and help them lmfao😭😭

[khodorkovskaya]

19.04.23

im getting my very own ice skates this saturday and i couldn't be more excited!!!!!! <3

yesterday my mum and i talked about how i should apply for masters bc the deadline is on the 30th. and it's very annoying idk. does anyone else hate talking about potential? like the whole "but you have so much potential!" talk. idk, it frustrates me.

i had a classmate back in igcse and my bestie and i were laughing about this the other day. because this girl took herself sooo seriously! she had to have A's in all of her subjects and then when she did the IB she had to have the highest score in everything. and then she got into this very prestigious uni and did ted talks and was like a perfect student in everything. and everyone was like "ohh she has so much potential, she's so good". and yes, the girl was very smart and talented that's for sure. and now she works for heinz. and idk, im probably being mean but like there's something so funny about it. like she put so much effort into studying and doing all this extracurricular stuff and she excelled at everything for what? to work for a ketchup company? like adjdhjdfh she sells beans to people 😭😭😭 anyway, it's probably not funny but my bestie and i were like rolling on the floor about this the other day lmao. and i really don't want to work for a ketchup company, that's all im saying.

because like what does "having potential" even mean? like being a shop manager is not my level, but writing emails for a ketchup company is? i really don't get it.

anyway, i thought a bit about B again bc i saw him the other day. and i came to a conclusion that i want my next relationship to be the opposite of what we had with B. here's what i mean:

i want my next relationship to be a friends to lovers kind of thing. like i want to be friends with the person first. to be sure that we have things in common and like common activities and hobbies and stuff.

i want looks and all the physical stuff to be secondary. so again, i want to be with this person because they're my friend, not because i find them physically attractive. if they happen to have dark brown eyes, that's a bonus. but not like a must must. i don't want to be in a relationship with someone just because they're hot.

i want to take a long time before having sex with them bc im very sensitive and emotional and i need to feel safe. so, again, friendship first and sex comes much later. if there's no sex in the relationship, im fine with that too.

i want us both to have similar values and know what we want out of the relationship, not like a "fuck around and find out" kind of thing. so this year im really focusing on trying to figure out what my values are and what i want/need. and i want my partner to have figured things out too.

so yeah, this might happen next year or in 10 years or when im retired or maybe even never. but that's how i want things now. either this kind of relationship or celibacy, ive decided.

i was very happy with this conclusion and then the sun set and nostalgic thoughts about B came up again... i looked at photos of us when we went to sarajevo last year. and there's this feeling of like... impending doom (not to be dramatic lol) when i look at them. like i look at us smiling and being silly together on these photos and the voice in my head is like "he doesn't know yet...". and for some reason it's specifically "he doesn't know" and not "we don't know". although back then i didn't think we were gonna break up either, so i didn't know either. but maybe my subconscious knew..? because i felt so guilty while looking at these photos. as if im only pretending to smile in them and im tricking him into believing that everything is fine. it feels like there's a countdown on these photos. like "only 2 months left...", specifically "he doesn't know that there's only 2 months left... tick-tock-tick-tock...". maybe i did know on some level?

[buntistic]

we went to the gp today and instead of the one we booked with it was a student but okay he listened to me pretty well. cfs is a diagnosis of exclusion so he couldnt diagnose me yet but he did say im on the right track because all of my blood tests ive done in the past were normal , hes basically just repeating a bunch of them. he did say that my rheumatologist is the best person to get a diagnosis from so after our mri ill book an appointment with him and discuss cfs n fibro as possibilities. im going to book another appt with the gp to discuss my possible pcos and ibs

i also found an electric wheelchair thats on sale and its such a good price !!! around 850 !! i got a credit card that has a 500 limit so not enough to cover the wheelchair fully but its more than half the price so im happy with it:) its foldable too and such a pretty colour

[xxxg0ryygurlll13xxx]

i like that my school takes mental health seriously

except they do it wrong. so sophmores have a HUGE project lasting from sept-march w/ insane and various deadlines (look up IB MYP Personal Project) so on top of that we get so many other projects, tests, quizzes and deadlines even the other years are equally as swamped w work. so they could give us less work and be nicer abt how stressed everyone is.....but no. instead anytime someone even mentions "mental health" good or bad they get called down to the guidence counselor or principal, parents are emailed its a whole damn thing. my main issue is that i did my MYP project on life w social anxiety i just had to bring in a note from my therapist that says i dont want to harm myself and show the counselor my zoloft prescription.......wtf just take my word for it man i dont wanna kms im on meds and go to therapy on the reg like what??????????? in short my school doesnt care why the students have shit mental health just that if we die its a liability...... also my school is so insane w it one girls mom had to call the guidence counselor cause she sent an email abt how to parent her kid.

[heartfluttered]

if your school has previous mocks available, get them first or yell at your teacher LOL 😭🙏 make a list and go down practice exams. if you’re in a rush, take a look at practice exams and ask yourself if u can solve it / think of the method you would use to solve the q and then check the answer key. you can build up a list really fast thru this. after three-to-five exams, u get the feel for what you need to work on. and then you can run through practice exam questions catered to the topic and hw/notes related to it. it kinda depends on what subject too tho bc this is a stem type of method 😔🫶

i have a really specific way i study for humanities (😐 history……..) thru active recall and brute memorization. i try to memorize everything i can and then give friends my notes for them to quiz me on them. this method is good if you have a strong memory 😭😭😭 or decent notes 😭😭😭

(if u do ib… i can lend u some of my history notes from last may 😭😭😭 )

and lastly!!! pomodoro method!!! is good bc it works for my terrible attention span and it’s nice to have a lot of study breaks to help u regain focus.

(😔💪 pls sleep as well. sleeping is v important.)

HUUU TY FAYE..

that first tip sounds rlly good i typically spend time doing the entire practice before checking answers which takes. way longer than it should SDLFNMSJS i think i’ll do that!

i take ib but don’t take history ( im a psychology student ( ඉ_ඉ ) ) i have a friend who kinda needs help on history tho so if it’s alright w u i’d appreciate those notes! ^^

my memory is frankly shit which is! bad for psychology and ESS but i’m making my way through :’D i do the ‘giving friends notes to quiz me on’ thing alrdy & i’ve heard of pomodoro but never personally tried it so i’ll test it out :Dd

tysm faye!! (ˊᵕ͙ૣᴗᵕ͙ૣˋ)♡ i’ll make sure to get that sleep :’Dd insomnia sucks but i’ll figure it out ೕ(•̀ᴗ•́) ty for the tips!

[lapata-lupt]

the point-of-sale having conversations is that u come out of the conversation with new knowledge and prespectives and understandings but with my father it feels like we never had any conversations at all bc no matter how many hours long conversations I have he springs back to point 0 after some time like we had a whole conversations about how Law is not a fucking bad course and how it has as many chance of getting me a job than the other social studies courses but now my dad is again back to the original shape like we never had that conversation where I molded his flaws opinion by giving him proof that opposed it and he is asking me to do business??? like how even??? tf? and he was like if you go to UK my condition is that you do a good course like business and not law and I was like... so a condition implies that u prefer I stay here and go to the local private uni? amd he is like no I am not asking u to go to any uni I am not pressuring u anymore and don't have a re-emergence but if u go to UK this is the condition and am like... if I stay I can do a social studies course but not there and u know I wanna do sc so this is u trying to bait and he is like no?? also it kinda is pissing me off like I was ready to go to the local uni like personal development and independence or whatever doesn't matter also like honestly as i write this it kinda is coming off as ridiculous but i feel like moving out is making it prove that ny parents aren't nice and i mean that's not true so whatever... until I heard that its fucking loser uni only rich people come there to buy their degrees and each class has like 7 students I dont fuckign see a point in this and then an article came out how these unis are being exposed for being fraud and am so fucking confused as to how my parents could prefer me going to this uni than fucking sussex its fucking ranked its the best uni for social studies like I know I was a failure and I failed ib but this foundation course is an opportunity and like... what he fuck what is so hard to understand my counselor said 80% jobs don't need a specific degree and the 20 percent that do are medical and engineering this is not fucking india anymore I can get a job in law it is one of the courses with highest demands and law students are in high demands what the fuck is this is my dad really dumb enough to think that won't get me a fucking job or is he just letting other reasons he doesn't understand maybe emotional gaslighting him and making sense out of shit that doesn't im so confused like am I being the dumb one maybe am thinking this all is too easy I dont understand am I being naïve or is this stupid I dont get this

[givemequeen]

you’re my soulmate ; george x reader

request: You see in black and white until you meet your soulmate - then you can see colors. a/n: second fic! i actually kinda like this :))) pairing: george x reader summary: you’re John Lennon’s sister (because i feel like it) and you tag along when he goes to perform. then yall go to watch Geo’s audition :) warnings: SHITTY WRITING IM SORRY but lowkey like it idk year: 6th of February 1958 (“The Beatles Timeline.” Wikipedia) word count: 1716 (MDCCXVI)

“yn please just stay home.” John, your older brother, pleaded.

“No! Please, I won’t annoy you, I promise, I just want to watch you perform. Please?” you were standing at the bottom of your home’s staircase, John was about to leave to go meet his friends and you wanted to tag along but he did not want you to come.

“yn- Fine!” he couldn’t say no to you, no matter how hard he tried. “But we are leaving now.” John tried to put on a serious face and you hopped off the last step. 

“Okay Johnny.” you looped your arm with his and smiled up to him. He rolled his eyes and let his head fall back so you wouldn’t see his smile. “Lets go then!” you urged when he didn’t move.

“Gee yn, sorry.” it was your turn to roll your eyes.

He opened the door and let you outside first. After screaming a goodbye to Aunt Mimi John joined you outside. The two of you made your way through the cold streets of Liverpool towards The Cavern where the rest of the boys were waiting for him. When you got to the pub John went backstage and you followed him, sitting on a couch against the wall while John chatted with his friends.

Paul, who you already knew, went to your side to sit with you. “How ya doing little Lennon?” he asked while throwing an arm around the back of the couch.

“I’m doing alright, you McCartney?” you poked his side teasing making him lower his arm. 

“Ow!” Paul flashed you an exaggerated pout.

“yn don’t hurt Paul, we need him!” John called out from the other side of the room. You said sorry to both boys but stuck your tongue out to Paul causing him to laugh.

“Don’t tell John but you’re my favourite Lennon,” Paul whispered after he stopped laughing. You smiled proudly and thanked him.

“I HEARD THAT!”

“Okay lads.” Ken Brown said stopping John from marching over to you and Paul who were giggling. “Lets focus, alright?” 

Around 30 minutes after the pub opened they went out for their gig. You stayed backstage for the first couple of songs but once you got bored you went out and got a seat at the back making sure that the bar owner did not see you. Their gig was amazing and earned loud cheers from the crowd as they got off all sweaty and disgusting, not that the girls saw it that way...

You followed them backstage and, for once, none of them had a girl on their lap. The door closed behind you and you arched an eyebrow at them. “No girls tonight?” you wondered out loud looking from one to another. 

“Nope, Paul and I are going to check out once of his friends to see if could join,” John said as he packed his guitar.

“Can I join?” you asked John walking over to him. “Not the band, the meeting.” you clarified when Paul gave you an odd look. He wouldn’t mind having you, you were really cool but he didn’t see you joining your older brother’s band.

“Sure,” Paul answered for his friend, you smiled at him and he winked at you.

“Please do not do that to my sister,” John begged as he stood up, his coat already on.

“Do what? Ugh, John grow up.”

“Why don’t you grow up?”

“Why don’t you both shut up so we can go?” you interrupted.

You all got your coats on and said goodbye to the rest of the band before heading out of the pub to meet with the boy Paul was talking about. John wasn’t too sure, his excuse was that he was too young. “He’s yn’s age for fuck sake!” he kept saying as he waved his hands around or shrugged his shoulder to make sure he got his point across. You would shoot him dirty looks and he would quickly add a “no offence” as if that did anything. 

“Where is he?” you asked looking around, you had stopped at a bus stop and you were freezing your ass off. 

“We need to get on the next bus, he told me he would be waiting inside,” Paul explained.

“Bit weird,” you whispered to yourself as you rubbed your sides up and down. You were about to complain about the cold when a bus pulled over in front of you three. John smiled at you and let you pass first before hopping in with Paul. You all looked around the bottom floor but there was no one. “Lets look upstairs.” you went over to the stairs and paid the driver before following John and Paul up the stairs.

You didn’t notice him at first but he was sat at the really back wearing a leather jacket just like the one's John and Paul wore all the time. His hair was also jelled back with way too much gel, just like John’s and Paul’s. You were looking at the front of the bus, looking for him but you didn’t find him. “We found him, leave us for a second, okay?” John whispered after he grabbed your arm.

“Okay.” you leaned up to kiss his cheek, the bus started to move and you tripped over. Luckily Paul caught you, you thanked him and sat down at the front of the bus with your feet up against the glass. You laid back, your bum nearly off the chair and tapped your foot as you waited. Even though you were at different ends you could hear everything.

“Hi I’m George, George Harrison.” the boy said and you could feel his excitement. He had stood up, you could see the reflection on the glass in front of you.

“John Lennon.” your brother said. They sat down, George at the really back. John and Paul sat on the nearly last row, each one on a different side of the bus, on the seats that were on the edge so they could talk to George.

“And you know me.” Paul finished. 

“Is that your girl?” asked George.

“yn? My girl?” you felt yourself go red and you slid further down the seat. “No.” Paul chuckled.

George must’ve looked at John because you heard your brother scoff. “No! That’s my sister Harrison!” You didn’t think it was possible but you somehow managed to slide even further down the seat.

“What are ya going to play for us George?” questioned Paul quickly changing the subject.

“Roll Over Beethoven,” he informed them. 

“Lets heart it then.” John sat on the other chair, the one against the wall, and leaned against the window. George began strumming the guitar and singing along. You felt a little surge of happiness emerge from within you. 

“Wow, he’s really good.” you thought once he finished.

“You’re really good,” John said as though he had read your thoughts. “You’re in.” you sat up and turned around looking at your brother. It’s not that you didn’t want him in the band, you did, he was really good but you felt as though it was too quick. But then again, it wasn’t even your band. “yn come over, meet George Harrison.” you stood up, still without looking at George and went over to them. Your eyes glued on your feet as you wobbled across the moving bus and sat on the seat John had left free.

Finally, you looked up at George and nearly fell back. He was so beautiful, your mouth fell slightly open. His eyes had a certain glow to it that pulled you to him,  an overwhelming feeling washed over you and you turned to Paul and your eyes widened. He was so colourful, his skin wasn’t grey. You could see colour!

You could see colour.

In shock, you turned back to George and stuttered something, your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of the water. George had the same startled look plastered on his face as though he had seen a gosht. Was he seeing the same thing as you? Was he seeing colour for the first time?

“yn? George? Everything okay?” Paul asked when you didn’t say anything. You shook your head as though to clear it and George cleared his throat.

“Yeah sorry. George.” he stuck out his hand and you took it.

“yn Lennon.” you tried to smile at him, was he your soulmate? Weren’t you a bit young to know?

“yn everything okay? Is he creeping you out?” John asked as he placed a hand on your shoulder slightly pulling you back. 

“No, everything’s fine.” you whispered back. “It’s just... You’re good, glad to have you in my brother’s band.” you forced a smile and stood up when the bus stopped. “I’m going to go back home, see you late Johnny.” you leaned down to kiss his cheek.

“I’ll walk you home.” John quickly said but you shook his head.

“It’s fine Johnny.”

“I can’t let you walk alone.” he insisted.

“At least let me,” Paul added.

“Guys, it’s fine, enjoy your night.” you waved at them avoiding George’s gaze and walked down the bus. You said goodnight to the bus driver and hopped off. Just as the doors closed behind you, you heard someone jump off and groaned before turning around. Had John jumped out?

“John I said I would be fine- Oh.” It was George.

“I need to talk to you,” he said quickly as though you would tell him to go away. You looked up to the top floor of the bus and saw Paul and John with their faces pressed against the window. It was too late for them, the bus was going away.

“Okay.” you gulped, nodded and began to walk. George went by your side but stayed quiet as he organized his thoughts and words, what was he going to say to you?

“You’re my soulmate.” he decided on just saying it. You stopped and so did he.

“I know.” you smiled a little and so did he.

“Should we do something about it?” George asked, his tone making it seem like he was walking on egg-shells. You nodded slowly and his smile widened.

“Don’t let my brother find out though. He’ll skin you alive.” you teased.

heres my bibliography because im a good IB student:

“The Beatles Timeline.” Wikipedia, Wikimedia Foundation, 22 Sept. 2019, en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beatles_timeline#cite_ref-hill2007p11_4-5.

tag list;

@thebeatleswritings  @beatlevmania  @i-love-queen-3000  @brians-metaphor26  @honimello  @maccafied  @julessworldd @lovemybrowneyedboy @storiesfrommirkwood  @beatles-babee  @geostarr @rockstarsandfilmstars @thiccjelly17 @crab-king-69  

[i-like-gay-books]

frustrated because the ib program at my school is getting shut down and so i'm trying to bring together alumni to sign a petition and make a video and stuff to protest it and I sent an email to the ib coordinator at my school asking if she wanted to be a part of it and she sent back a whole essay about why that’s not a good idea

[immortalsins]

me: adhd isn’t an option bc i get very good grades and school is easy

me now: remembers planning what i was going to bring to class to occupy myself, like something to write or draw, bc unless the class was engaging i could not focus for more than 5 minutes before spacing out and i only got the grades bc i have a very good memory and a-levels got much harder bc it requires more concentration both at school and at home, neither of which i could do for as long as was required-

[harryskalechips]

o~o

[queenangst]

@uchyu-koneko replied to your post “dream. college.”

Which one?

lol.... scad..... 

[khodorkovskaya]

I get frustrated with stuff like that too tbh

Like, I see people who can just book holidays out of nowhere and go and order loads of new clothes etc and I'm like????? A day trip on a local bus is a treat for me lmao

Or even at work and that, if I say I'm going somewhere like a day trip to a different part of the country (which is rare o havent been to many parts tbh) they're all like oh irs lively and start recommending all these expensive pubs and restaurants which are lovely but I'm like lol I cant afford that

But then I know people who have literally bought homes and I'm like lol I still live at home and in single haha, cant afford a car but there they go and in like??? How????

yeah and it's like their ignorance that really kills me. not to upset the leftist girlies, but like i don't have that much of a problem with the sole idea of some people having money. like your parents made money and now you're a nepo baby? okay whatever. but it's the ignorance of these nepo babies that gets to me.

like it really feels like we live in completely different worlds and they're never gonna understand us and grasp how privileged they are.

like i know that im already in a privileged position bc im a university student. but that's more or less reasonable bc, at least where i live, you need a diploma to basically do anything. it's a must. plus it's free so like might as well. but those people who go to elite british universities without thinking twice about it... like nothing wrong with that, good for you. but it just frustrates me how they go about their lives not being grateful for what they have.

but then again, how do i expect someone to be grateful when they have no point of comparison? and what does being grateful even mean really?

like when my manchester bestie was like "yeah i want my kids to do the IB and a bunch of extracurricular activities" i was like wow we really do live in different worlds. because on face value we have the same values, right? learning things as a child and keeping busy instead of playing on your ipad is objectively a good thing and i have nothing against it. but saying that you want your hypothetical future child to go to private school so easily is just like incomprehensible to me. and for her it's like a given. like of course she's gonna have the choice between a-levels and IB, it's only natural! so does everyone in her mind!

like when she was talking about how she got to uni and everyone who did a-levels were clueless about what was happening and she had an advantage bc she did the IB and learnt a lot more than those who went to regular state school. like yeah, that's life. that's how it is for regular people in england. you get a shitty public education, you take a loan if you want to go to uni, you have to work at the same time as studying if you have to move out of your parents'. like yeah. id want my kids to do the IB too. but it's a privilege, not a given.