heh. i found these ib joke things on a site. some are funny. some are gay.
You've finished your book report shortly after midnight. Your smile of satisfaction fades as you remember to do your history paper.

You sell your soul to a teacher..... for a C..... for the semester.

Your idea of impure thoughts is whether or not to copy math homework.

You do your homework not only at home, but also at lunch and on the bus, leaving you with less of your life than you thought humanly possible.

you talk to your friend on IM and they ask you "wutsup"... you respond with the sky... fight about it for days... then it all starts next week.

Your backpack leaves you with more back problems than your Grandma Mildred.

It's essential to learn to live with occasional failures.

Can we say EXTRA CREDIT??

You actually worry about the 98% you have in math.

You find that you spend more time sleeping in class than at home.

When you are home sick, you can't help but wonder what work you're missing and what your homework is.

You find yourself spelling words out on scantrons. You are deeply saddened when you can only find two letters of "IB SUCKS!"

You can spell "Baccalaureate".

You find that you are dreaming of your Works Cited page when you finally go to sleep after finishing your research paper.

You've perfected procrastination down to an art form or a science... and you can debate between those two point endlessly.

You have memorized your teachers phone numbers.

You can tell IB people from normal people.

You have more bags under your eyes than Wal Mart.

Caffeine is a food group.

You start saying things like"IB tired." or "IB in IB because IB smart." and your friends and you think it is funny.

"You've gotta be hella smart to be in IB, but hella dumb to stay in IB."

"We don't do it because it is easy, we do it because it is hard. And what is our reward for hard work? YESSS!!! More hard work!!!!"

"When someone asks me, 'What is it like to be in IB?' I answer, 'How do you imagine hell?'"

Singing the school anthem is fun.

You've convinced yourself that colleges actually care whether you're in IB or not.

You need FOUR extra sheets to "use extra sheet if necessary".

You forget what it's like to talk on the phone for...what's that word...fun?

You accidently type "LOOL" instead of "LOL" in an IM conversation and explain it as "Laugh out ostentatiously loud".

You crash your calculator.

You skip school to do homework.

The word "ponder" induces hyperventilation.

"I think, therefore I have a headache."

Your body is physcially incapable of going to bed at midnight.

You try to help a college student with his paper, and not only do they not know what you're doing, but you go into spasms when they don't remember where they found a quote they would like to use, chanting "MLA, MLA, MLA..."

You begin to talk to yourself, then disagree about the subject, get into a nasty row about it, lose, and refuse to talk to yourself for the rest of the day.

You go to bed at 3AM and think, "Oh, it's an early night!"

Social life? What's that?

You frequently catch yourself saying "What?? We had homework??"

You still gets kicks saying "Your epidermis is showing."

Yourbrainissooverloadedthatyouforgetthesimplestthings.

You hold parties to study.....you look forward to them.

you start analyzing random books, song lyrics, and street signs

when you find mistakes in the yearbook you have to write the correction in every yearbook

you have complicated dreams about graphing circles and ellipses

this number means something: 42

you write a newsletter half in Latin

you have a thought, and it hurts.

you have a hurt, and it thinks.

You get hit by a car, and the first thing you think is: "inertia!"

"Hard work will pay off over time, but laziness will pay off now"
-Unnoficial IB slogan

You correct signs.....in spanish (or french for all of you french frys)......on vacation.

The french and spanish people get mad at each other because of the language they take and start calling them spaniards and french fries.

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