Blogging My IB Cookie Day

lia.lovegood is toughing out the pre-IB program—and she's got the pastries to prove it! —Sparkitors

School started at least a month ago, and most of you went back to familiar places with familiar faces. I, on the other hand, began my sophomore year at a new school—and I enrolled in the pre-IB program. IB has a lot of benefits: I'm in classes full of focused people who care about learning, listen to instructions, and do well in school. But it's also got a downside:  if I were in regular classes, I could put in zero effort and get high 90s, but in pre-IB, I give everything I have, and I still don't always get the grades I want. So you can imagine my joy when I noticed  "IB Cookie Day" on my school calendar. I didn't know what it was, but it sounded strangely delicious, and I couldn't wait.

Here's how IB Cookie Day went down:

7:30 AM: My friends and I sit down in our first period class, happy that it's half-day Friday. Our teacher takes attendance and rather tiredly explains that we've finished Science 10 and will now be doing Science 20. As he's talking, an announcement comes on and invites "all grade 10 pre-IB students who are currently in an IB class" to come down to the theater. Excited, we all remember that today is IB Cookie Day. Of course, none of us have the slightest idea what that means.

8:15 AM: In the theater, our IB coordinator explains everything IB-related, from CAS hours to the extended essay to the theory that we're not going to be considered nerds if we stay in the IB program (false). On our way out, we're each handed THE YUMMIEST COOKIE IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD—I'm serious, these cookies are legit. Each one has been decorated by a current IB student, and most of them have awesome captions like "Abandon All Hope," "Get Out While You Can," "Just Drop," and, my personal favorite, "IB Kids = SEX."

After we finish our cookies, the bell rings and we head to our next class: gym. It passes by in a whirl, partly due to sugar highs from the cookies we just ate, and partly due to the fact that we have to play dodge ball against the seniors (scary stuff).

11:30 AM: As soon as we get to math class, the teacher shoos us away to the theater, where we hear the IB speech again. It turns out that today, every IB period is a cookie period. JACKPOT. If that's not a reason to do IB (at least at my school), then I don't know what is.

We would re-enroll in high school RIGHT NOW if we were guaranteed that many cookies.

Related post: A Day in the Life of an IB Kid