I
little Pre-IB,
swear that the next three years,
I will sacrifice my soul and life to IB.
I will give my time to essays and lab reports.
I won’t think about parties and drinking,
only reading and writing.
At school I will listen to the wise words of the older IBs,
never disagreeing with them, only smiling and obeying.
In my bag I carry everything I need,
TI-85, dictionaries and weird books, which I have to read.
The deadlines will always be filled,
even if I would be killed.
At the lessons I won’t sleep,
because with the help of caffeine I won’t any rest need.
During studying and writing,
I won’t even think that I’m suffering,
because I desperately hope,
that in the future this will be worth something.
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