IB Art, Standard level, option B, is no longer of concern to me.
Wanna know why? (I don’t really care if you care, I’m saying anyway.) I had my assesment today. Went in and talked to the Big Evil Scary IB Examiner all on my own. Was scared very much so at first. Then I showed him my research (all 132 honkin’ pages of it!). His idea of guiding me in what to say to get a good grade, was “tell me what you learned.” And thus, I did.
And then I stopped talking and he said that he was “impressed with the quantity of knowledge I had amassed,” which left me somewhat off-guard, because who uses phrases like that in real life? But it was a compliment, thus, I smiled graciously (read: giddily, if that’s a word), and thanked him.
Then I left, and rejoiced. Because I no longer need to stress about the exam, or silly things like, “What if Big Evil Scary IB Examiner walks in the room and is horribly bitter and grumpy and takes one look at my 5 studio works and notebook and a half of research and tells me that they all suck and I’m an embarrasment to the human race?”
Life, right now, is best described as “Joy.” With a capital J.