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Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Chapter 2

Mrs Nesbette continued to confuse the students with concepts of knowledge, and class discussions got a little heated. Carlisle, the biology teacher, was very stubborn and set in his ways. You weren’t allowed any mints (unless of course you offered him some). And it was okay to play music in the lab as long as he approved of it. Mrs Kimmy brought the students food to enjoy in English every Wednesday morning, and the they were all very grateful. Maths was split into two classes - smart and dumb. The smart students (Leah, Johnny and Chloe) chose to do the easier maths course with Miss Wellington, who always seemed to be waiting for a call. The rest of the students stupidly chose to do standard level maths, and regretted the decision for the rest of their lives.

The most challenging class, however, was Business. Mrs Thanks was a wonderful teacher, but no amount of good teaching could make the content bearable. Zarrafas study sessions were organised, and the sweet taste of caramelised fusions helped the students cope with the overwhelming amount of content. History was one of Chloe’s favourite classes, however she had an unstable relationship with Kevin. It was hard to accept him back into the circle of trust, however the colour printing he performed for the class made him trustworthy again (to an extent). Frau Johno enjoyed teaching the amateur German class (a little too much) and thought that everything was sehr shon. However, on this particular Friday, things were not “sehr shon”.

"It’s just a little report” Carlisle said casually with an evil grin on his face.
“But sir, it’s my birthday” complained Johnny
Carlisle laughed and made a lame joke “Then eat some birthday cake when you write it up.”
Everyone groaned. A biology report was the last thing they needed. With all the CAS forms, TOK journals and exams, the IB crew were starting to feel the pressure. A Voc-ed student walked past the lab: “ha-ha, look at the IB nerds!”
“THEY’LL BE YOUR BOSS ONE DAY” shouted Carlisle
Snap good call added Chloe.
They grudgingly completed the report - some with a little help ;).

A middle schooler approached Steph and Chloe about the IB course:
“So like, what does IB stand for?” Asked the young girl.
“Intellectual Bad-ass” replied Chloe, who proceeded to high-five Steph.
“Is it like better for you in the long run?”
“Well let me give you an example of a real life situation”. Said Steph. You’ve got a “multi million dollar mansion on sovereign island. A past IB student is the person who owns it. A past OP student designed and supervised the construction of the mansion. And a student who dropped out and went to TAFE laid the bricks of the house. Make sense?”
“I want a mansion!” Exclaimed the middle schooler.
“Yes", said Steph but ask yourself:” Is it really worth the two years of torture?”
“Oh come on. It can’t be that bad.”
Chloe and Steph LOL’d at the middle schooler and walked away.
“That kid has no idea” said Chloe “What do we have next?”