Soft stuff ahead... beware
I was definitely going to half-ass this blog post. It's a Sunday, I'm tired, but then I didn't know how to start mine so I looked at Loujain's (more on her later) and saw that she was posting a bunch of soft stuff so I said screw it. In this blog I'm going to reflect on my experience in IB and the people in it. So to set a basis, Freshman and Sophmore year I had like no friends. I had like eight, but I didn't really have classes with them or lunch with them so I kinda minded my own business. I remember freshman year I didn't know anyone so I just sat with another lonely guy and didn't talk to him (his name was Weston and he's actually super cool). Like when I met people in IB they asked me if I had transferred schools because they had no idea that I was a person before Junior year. When I signed up for IB I was pretty much only doing it so that I could have a microscopic chance of getting into UNC and not letting down my parents who both wen...