Lame-o

I'm kind of lame. I hang out at the Swedish Meteorology Institute's website way too much. But hey, can you blame me for wanting to know whether or not I can wear a skirt the next day? No! No, you can't!

Another lame thing I did today was admitting to myself that I like school. Not the school itself, no, but my friends there, and the classes I take, and most of my teachers. I like all classes except for ToK. I hate ToK.

Speaking of which, when will I be done with my ToK-essay? You can place your bets in the comments, right after this blog entry. Please do not insult me by betting on "sometime in April" because I intend to get it over and done with this week. I hate ToK.

In 9th grade, when we were to choose which program we wanted to attend in "high school" or the Swedish 'gymnasiet', I was pretty sure I wanted to go to the IB. Martin and I had discussed it for a long time, so that was no problem. There's just this one thing I remember very clearly; a friend of mine said that she knew this girl who had gone to the IB and that girl hadn't had a social life until after graduation. There are so many logical fallacies in that statement (and me pointing that out is kind of nerdy and ToK-esque (I hate ToK, by the way)), but I guess that's the general opinion about IB students. Well, to be honest, I have more of a social life than many of my friends who attend national programs, such as the Social or Natural sciences programs. The difference between the IB and the other programs is that our classes are usually tighter and socialize a lot within themselves. At least in general. Maybe the IB has the nerd-label because, let's face it, most nerds in your 9th grade class did choose the IB, but at the same time... I mean, my non-IB friends are neither considered to be nerds nor cool, and they still don't go out as much as I do. Not that I go out that much, I'm just taking me as an example.

I guess I do go out a lot. When school's off. Which might be another difference between the IB and, well, the non-IB: we take school more seriously, even though we are (I AM) the worst slackers in the world. Maybe it's because we understand that each and every class is a preparation for exams - the end of life as we know it. And hopefully, the beginning of life as a gangsta bitch ho motherfucker super pimp.

141 days left to graduation.