Miserable IB

LoneReaper

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Oh, how miserable I be

Because I’m in IB

Another slash course

On the long road

Along the Red Sea…

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Time, work, and effort

This be the IB creed

A plus B always equals C

Where work takes over

And no more sociality

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Once cherished hobbies

Now ever so analyzed

Color, texture, and balance

Will I ever find

What was so fun about it?

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Good to know some history

When it’s not too in depth

Nice to know some literature

Until it’s torn apart

To the spine of the book

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Wonder how easy math would be

If it weren’t for all those

Letters, symbols, and numbers

And how bio can be fun

When the teach. isn’t a lab nazi

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Foreign language is always fun

When orals and dictations make sense

Or a sixth subject of your choice

Exciting and electrifying

Until 40 more pages are due

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Burr shot the Hamilton dude

And cells create the body

We all aprendemos algo español

Or learn a little French

From some Spanish teacher

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Soak your feet in some dirt

P multiplied by any number

Equals P times whatever

And Hemingway loved writing

About people he’d encountered

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Is this all relevant in life?

BS is all one learns to do

When everything is due

All on the same day

And tests are in the same week

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Will it all end soon?

Or has it just begun?

Will I survive this hell?

And will I actually

Gain something from IB?

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I be that lame-faced loser

The idiot who did IB

I may not show it, you see

Oh, how miserable I be

Because I’m in IB…