Wasted

Right, so I finally was able to see my IB marks yesturday at Mark's. All 4's and 5's. Woot. So basically, that's 3 years wasted because I can't use the damn scores at U of A. 3 bloody fricking years of hell absolutely wasted. Good job Mare, way to be a failure. My mum's response was "oh, that's too bad". Ya, thanks. You know, it would have been nice to get a 6 in history. I really didn't care about the rest, but that would have been nice. But no, Mare is stupid and obviously not IB material. Which we knew already, but it's nice to have confirmation. So glad I had no sleep for three years, 5 or 6 nervous breakdowns, pulled one all-nighter, lost any semblance of a social life, and basically did nothing but homework for three years straight for absolutely bloody fucking nothing. Thanks IB, thanks a lot. You can go screw yourself, because I'm done. I'm done.