Hunting Bears (September to December)

School started, and the culture shock truly began.

I was surprised to be in ELA 20-1, not 20IB. It was probably due to the fact that the administration thought I was inexperienced in terms of my English studies. Although it was unjust, I made quite a few friends and established a good relationship with the English administration at the school. Quite good.

Social Studies 20IB was fun. I never had problems with it, I learned to use the required amount of passive-aggressiveness, and it became my best class by the end of the semester.

Biology 20IB was really weird for the first few months. I managed to BS my way past the teacher in terms of basic things (for example, I never did cell theory) and I relied simply on past learnings for the most part. It was during this time that I learned how to make IB labs, but my marks were understandably low for the most part. By the end of the semester, I literally sneaked by with an 85% mark, the required mark to stay in IB.

Finally, Pure Math 10 was really weird. I had four teachers in the space of a single semester. Stuck in a class full of semi-idiots and belligerent grade 10s, I managed to sneak by with an 85% again.

 

I don't know, I just want to show off these flowers.

 

I re-established contact with my friends, for the most part. I have a feeling things could have gone better with a few of them, but no regrets. No use in regretting anything by now. I finished the semester (and the year) with a good note, gaining much in terms of experience, and losing little in the long term. Things were looking up.