School, IB, and Some other stuff.

I guess this is just a hodge-podge collection of stuff!
So first.... SCHOOL.

In one week, three people asked me about school, specifically this whole IB thing. My answer was the same for all of them: I like it, and I don't. This made me think long and hard about it. Do I like it? Do I NOT like it? Why am I doing it? Really? What am I doing with my life?! Just kidding. ;) But FO REAL- why am I doing it? Well, for scholarships. Yes, for scholarships, I told myself. And don't forget the fact that it makes college super duper easier! Not to mention it's higher level, so you learn more and go deeper into things! Then I thought about this week. The last week of every six weeks is considered by many as "hell week". Now the week before christmas break is SUPER horrible, and I call it "Double hell week", and you'll probably see a whole bunch of blog posts about how much I hate school around that time period. But that's later. ANYWAYS, this week was just hell week and I had: A french quiz, a big science review, Studying for the chem test, A gigant-o math test, english inner outer circle, English SAT vocab test- (75 words. Ugh), English paint-a portrait project and presentation, Computer Animation test (easy breezy), and to think it's only WEDNESDAY! But it's clear skies and sun ahead EXCEPT for the big french test friday, of which I'm procrastinating for by typing this. So what is IB? Homework? Not really. STUDYING. DISCUSSING. And most importantly, B.S-ing. (I.B, therefore I B.S- ;) ) But oh well. Because maybe friday me and Abby & Andrew and maybe some of the curiels will go roller blading, and I need to talk to Kaitlyn about going THRIFTING and heck, it's the weekend. Plus, NO HOMEWORK since it's the end of the 6 weeks! Whoo! So my views on school & I.B? It's hard and fun and weird, and I know that's a horrible answer, and after typing this all out I'm still not clear on what I think, but oh well.
I'm praying and taking everything ONE day at a time. I think that should be my motto: one day at a time. Yeah.

Second: I'll have you know, I found a caterpillar. And I was happy and I fed it, and loved it, till I looked up what it was going to turn into- pictures below- and I whined and complained about how ugly it was going to be in front of it. That night it escaped it's jar, never came back, and is probably dead. So I think there's some deeper moral to this story but I haven't quite worked it out in my head yet. Maybe you can.

Third: OLIVIA is a TEENAGER. WHAT. I'm old, so very old.

 What my caterpillar WAS going to turn into.