The Two Parter: IB ends
This post is well overdue, however, with all the chaos going on in the last few days, I can’t blame myself. You can, I guess, but I won’t.
The last week on Monday the 24th IB exams finished. That’s right, after four years of agony, I’ve made it to the end. Technically, there’s still another month of waiting to sit through before I can get the actual results, but for now, my active role in the International Baccalaureate Program has ended. In some ways it was a disappointing end. We all gathered for our final exam, French, sat there for three hours and went home. We yelled for a bit, did a little jig and played some IB appropriate music, but aside from that, the whole thing went out with a whimper. I suppose that’s to be expected. After a month of exams, everyone would rather sleep or go to the mall than explode with excitement. I know I sure did.
After a month of hell, in which I had perhaps the worst exam schedule possible, I was ready to go to sleep for a month. Which I did, for at least a day. Then the next day, I got up, went to school, and prepared for Prom and Anime North (more on those in Part 2). Sure it was only for one hour in which i did essentially nothing, but it was still a return to the grind. The accomplishment of finishing this whole ordeal has yet to have a serious effect on my life, though I imagine it will in a month’s time. More worryingly is University in three months. University. I’m going to University, which for now will have a capital U. I still have yet to accept that. Maybe a couple more times will do it.
Nope, it’s still not real. Despite my reluctance to accept this fact, it is still true, and I will be attending University, Ryerson University no less. Can anyone believe this? Ryerson University is the best university in Ontario, if not Canada for Journalism, which is the program I will be attending in three months. I can’t say it though, not without some hesitation. I went through four years of hell to go to Ryerson University? The place where you can get in with a 70 percent average and then graduate to become a general manager at Wal-Mart? Yeah, it’s that Ryerson too, the slacker’s University. I can’t reconcile it yet. I imagine I will, or I’ll won’t let myself stay there.
In spite of my depression at the end of all things, there is something to this conclusion that has some real fun to it. Our last exam took place exactly where our first exam began. Five years ago in February, I took the IB entrance exam in the cafetorium of my school and passed, to my surprise I might add. I joined IB not because of its prestige but on a whim, it was one of those things my parents told me to do. I even made fun of the people who were going, calling them presumptuous entrants to the ‘I’m Better’ Program, where they would be bred to believe they were superior than the rest of the regular high schoolers (I’m paraphrasing clearly. I still couldn’t spell correctly in Grade 8). I wasn’t wrong. IB did exactly that, though I officially deny I ever said such a thing to begin with.
That being said, so where did this all come to a close? The cafetorium, again. When I look back on it, I have to admit it was a perfect ending. I don’t think that last exam would have had the same amount of closure had I not returned to whence I arrived. While I deny that this end has yet to have an immediate effect, the long term effects resonate in that room. The first time I was there, I knew five people and sat awkwardly between two people I didn’t know. Last Monday, I knew everyone and I could call them all by name. Or most of them anyway.
And then we took the exam, and just like elementary school came to an end so to did IB. I never should have expected this to end with a bang. I suppose it’s about time I realize that most experience don’t have a cut off point, one day that you look up and say, you know what, tomorrow is My Life Part 2. There’s no final page to the chapter, no cliffhanger at the end, it just sort of goes on and permiates into everything else that will ever happen to you. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.