There once was a student on the IB
tricked in by those older, who had yet to see
what pain, what agony it’ll bring thee
who choose not to flee.

With the passing of time
each of them find the warning sign:
What?! No free time?
And so starts the cry:

“What do I do? I have no life. I still have my mocks and essays and other exams
and IAs and IOs and EE and CAS and mocks again and…”
So it was prophesied:
Only half of us will survive.

And like paralyzed birds on a branch
started people dropping out in a batch
The rest of us stayed and struggled,
barely made it through, but when the
much anticipated finals were over,
everyone just shrugged.