The epitome of cruel and unusual torture, inflicted on young people between the ages of fifteen and eighteen, in which all moral and ethical codes are violated. This program, known formally as the International Baccalaureate, is designed to make these teenagers suffer as much as they can over the span of two years. The more miserable the students are, the more bonus points the IB gurus gain, and the more money is incremented int heir salaries. The instructors are cruel, uninterested in the well-being of the students; the coordinators are merciless in the strive to boost the GPA's of the students as high as they can go; the students themselves are nervous wrecks. Time is not the friend of these poor children, as they are not allowed any spare minutes to do normal activities other teenagers their ages do (i.e. going to the movies, parties, drinking, or attending other social events). They are shielded from the world in their little bubble of TOK, Chemistry, Biology, Photo, Psychology, American History, English, Spanish, French,German, Calculus, Physics, and MLA/APA in-text and extra textual citations. They have a notorious reputation to take illicit drugs in order to maintain concentration and memory. (otherwise known as potheads.) They also have a glorious reputation of being cheaters and liers. IB is in its simplest form a very accurate representation of Hell on Earth. It deprives its students of sleep, food, fun, rest, relaxation, and most of all, happiness and sanity. If an individual is able to complete the rigorous courses and receive their diploma, conserve their sanity, stay alive to receive said diploma, or abstain from committing murder or personal physical mutations, they shall be dubbed The Honorable One by the IB gods in Cardiff, Whales.
You know you're IB
when you can't restrain yourself from relating international economics and politics to a simple conversation about cartoons.
Sleep and happiness: about the only words not part of the vocabulary of an IB
Ivy League schools: specially designed for IB