These are the words I never thought I would get to say.

As of 11 AM this morning, I am finished with the International Baccalaureate Diploma Program (last exam was Physics HL Paper 3).

I am now sorting through THREE years’ worth of IB related papers, chucking most out, chuckling at a few.

Our TOK teacher warned us how anti-climactic IB could be, the moment we’ve all been waiting for tends to come without satisfaction, but rather, with emptiness.  While waiting for my Career Prep teacher for some final form signatures today, I had nice chats with people I’ve come to known in the past few years but never REALLY got to know. One of them wailed to me, “I’VE BEEN SO BORED SINCE MY LAST EXAM, sitting in front of the TV watching reruns of reruns, trying to figure out what I used to like to do!” See the thing with IB is, the work never ever ends until the program is finished. For the past three years we’ve become accustomed to having fun by procrastinating - the mere avoidance of work. But at the back of our heads, we always knew that there is some IB assignment to start, IB essay to hand in, IB oral commentary to prepare for.

As much as we hated it, it was hard not to let this Program, this community, take over our lives. In a few years time, or even months… I’m pretty sure I’m gonna look back and happily reminisce how, hmm what’s the word, “fulfilling” IB was. Now the familiarity of daily cramming, late night rants, and tear-stained essays have all but vanished without a trace, I feel like I’m starting another life.

There are no better friends than the ones you make while you are suffering together.

Let the new journey begin.

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