Sunday, September 30, 2007

The Truth About IB

Here's the story: the International Baccalaureate (or IB, to us insiders) is, as the name hints, an international educational program that, or so they tell us, was set up to give diplomats kids a consistent education when they would move from country to country with there parents. Or that's what IB tells people.

The truth is, the IB program is just a clever front for a group of sadistic gnomes living in IB land that love to torture kids. They've fooled educational system in countries all over the world to believe that this program was for the advancing of knowledge of the kids, when really, it's all part of the gnomes plan for world domination. Shocking, huh?

At this point, you're probably saying, "No, this can't be true. Any body would recognize a scheming plot put on by lawn ornaments to take over the world by the destruction of today's youth." You must remember how smart this little guys are. There's a lot of brains hidden under those big, floppy hats. These are not your average lawn gnomes.

Let me tell you a little bit about the methods the gnomes take to ruin kids minds. Through the laborious task of writing the almighty internal and external assessment, the typical IB student racks their brain trying to write a paper that will score a good mark so she could get into a seemingly "good" college. The candidate will spend many hours in the depths of some library trying to locate information for the assessment from some book that no one has checked out since it was published in the 1700's just because it's a primary source and someone else had checked out every other book on their topic out already and many more sleepless nights trying to fit all the useless information found from this equally useless book into their paper. And then, when they finally turn their paper in, if it's an internal assessment, the teachers is forced by the gnomes to grade the assessment by the impossibly high standards that no human could score well on. But an external assessment, is worse. These papers are graded by the gnomes themselves!! Sure, the IB coordinator of a school thinks their sending them to a foreign country for people to read and grade, but these seemingly real people are actually gnomes in disguise who deliver the external assessments to the gnomes themselves living in the far off Land of IB located on another dimensional plane.

And then, there is the biggest punishment of all: the IB test. These are cumulative exams that force the IB candidate to recall every bit of information the gnomes have feed into their heads from the two years in their IB classes and write it down on a 11 page book of green and white paper. The candidate will spend hours and days and weeks trying to absorb knowledge to try and gain the elusive SEVEN, which no actual human being can obtain (unless you are an alien... or a gnome...). And if that's not grueling enough, this booklet is coated with a layer of mercury undetectable to modern science that, after the multiple tests the candidates take, deposits enough mercury inside the body of the candidate to eventually drive them insane. Some symptoms of this insanity are the spelling of the word "behavior" with a "u" or "control" with a "u" and the candidate constantly finding comparisons between real life and the useless information the gnomes feed the candidate.

So here is the story behind the mistreatment of thousands of children all over the world. This may seem to hard for you to believe, but trust me, it's true. For I am currently trapped in this web and still have one more year before I can again be free, also I don't know how much of my sanity I'll have left at the end of my captivity. So I warn you, STAY AWAY FROM IB!!! Save Yourself!! It's too late for me, but you might still have time!!

(stolen from Ana who stole it from http://www.geocities.com/ibgnomes/ )

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Monday, September 24, 2007

Best Anime Scene in the Entire World, while we're at it

I truly believe that RK (Rurouni Kenshin) is the greatest anime out there, even if it is practically a decade year old. Anyone bigoted enough to tell me otherwise should... should... (cough). I'm really enjoying the use of the embedding-Youtube clip option here, so here is... (drum roll) my FAVORITE KENSHIN SCENE in the entire ANIME! Yay!

Best Fight Scene in the Entire World

This is what I think every fight sequence in the world should have more of. Just an awesome, awesome scene.
Interesting fact: the majority of the fan videos throw in a some kind of Linkin Park
soundtrack. That might... give you a sense of what it's like.

>Edit: NO!!! I just realized that the subtitles were in French or something!!!

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Plastic Grass!

SY 2007; a momentous year. ISM decides to strip its High School field of its natural green grass and replace it with super-turf that will never need cutting, watering or management whatsoever! Yes, the new astro-turf is here, where athlete's game-spit will shine forever and ever on the plastic blades of grass - unwashed and totally unnatural! No ants, no bugs, no fresh smell, and a bonus burning sensation when skidding across the field!


Heehee, I bet it's more flammable now that's it made of plastic.

Ana, Chiara and I went to the "Friday Night Lights" game on Friday the 7th (September). We spent the entire game trying to figure out which side was which, and then made fun of ourselves because we were so stupid.

Good times. Bad field, though, for those who haven't understood a word I've just said - it smells like sweat when you go near. ... Thank god I'm not athletic...

September 23, 2007

So. 500,000,000 years later, I come back.

I am stressed. I am in junior year. I am a full IB (International Baccalaureate) candidate. I can spell "baccalaureate" without any help. I know twice the things I did in 9th grade, but I feel fat, stupid and stressed. This is what I feel doing right now.


When you've regressed to the state where you're sitting in front of the computer wasting away precious time on pointless blogs eating home-baked cookies (yum) with milk (good too) while the functions of ellipses and double-curves await me at my desk (haha, it switched to first person without me knowing... that's how numb my brain has gotten) you know you need help.

Serious help.

I've just completed my psych notes on Freud, who was a very dirty, indecent old man. But a brilliant guy. I'm officially calling the devil on my shoulder the id, and from now on, whenever that little guy takes over, it's not my fault. If I go to sleep now, I'LL BLAME THE ID. If I eat all the cookies on the kitchen table, I'LL BLAME THE ID. If I watch Youtube (oh god... just writing it here makes me want to cry or... rock myself) I'LL BLAME THE F---ING ID.

So ends the 23rd day of September, year 2007.