The real IB...
Lot of new things I gained here, started from the first step to class when I was in year 1. ‘Everybody seems genius and smart plus so-called intellectual’. Those words were uttered to my mum when she accompanied me to my room, on the first day in kmb. And she said… ‘They also felt the same when they look at you’. I just smiled and hopefully so…
Now I know… what the real international baccalaureate is. It is hard, awkward and tough as I thought before. Now I am in sem 4, my last minutes in this demanding KMB. Kind of struggling for the final…either survive or die. I will get one… I just hopping that God will situate my spirit and gum it at the cage of my heart..
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