The End

I was naive.  When it all started, oh about two years ago I had no idea what I was getting into.  I didn't know how to "time management", how to spend more than thirty minutes doing homework, or even do an IA in two hours.  I currently only know how to do two of the above, I'll let you figure out which two ;).  One thing I was sure about though, was being the best and I thought that joining IB would help me to be the best.  The best me I could be.  So I did.

It was worth it.  Junior year was kind of a blur because I never really understood why I was doing what I was doing.  I had no idea the terrible oral commentaries I gave in English actually counted for something, or that the mediocre written tasks I wrote would come back to haunt me.  It wasn't until this year that I understood why everything I was doing mattered, and how it would help me.  I can now take new perspectives on situations and better understand people.  I'm thankful for the countless hours I spent (thinking about) doing homework/IAs/Extended Essay are all hours that will pay off one day.  I'm also thankful for the community that has evolved throughout my two years in IB.  I spend every class period this year (yes that is eight IB classes) surrounded by people who are striving to be better, conquering their goals, and setting the bar higher for everyone around them.  They're also people that I can talk to whenever, and people I'll remember forever.  (S/O YLT)

I am grown.  I am ready to take on the future.  I feel thoroughly prepared and hope that my freshman year of college will be easier than this year (otherwise I might drop out).  I've learned many things at Millbrook, met many people, and begun to understand who I want to be.  High school being almost over is bittersweet; sure it was hard, but that didn't matter when I could come to school everyday and be surrounded by my friends.  Thanks for the ride IB, this is me signing off for the last time.

"When we are children we seldom think of the future.  This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can.  The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind." - Patrick Rothfuss