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[ [The Anti-IB Page]
Well, this takes me back. For some time, I had assumed that my old anti-IB (International Baccalaureate) page was lost in the mist of expired Internet pages; I had taken it down from the original Angelfire page that had hosted it sometime in 2000 or so, and the files had been deleted from my parents' computer's hard drive when it started smoking in August 2001. Enter the Internet Wayback Machine. Now, I knew about this site about two years ago, when Tudor told me about it in a conversation that started with me mindlessly quoting a line from an episode of the now-cancelled television show 'NewsRadio'. I'm fairly certain that I'm the only one of the two of us that remembers how that conversation started. That notwithstanding, I was intrigued by this site; by continually scanning the Internet since way back when (hence the name!), it had cached many pages that were either no longer in existence or had radically changed. It's where I found my bizarre self-interview that can be found on my 'People' page in Tudor's Wiki. But, for the longest time, I couldn't track down the old Anti-IB site. Rest assured, I was not losing sleep over this or anything, but every once in a while I would think back and laugh about that old site that I had put up in the summer/fall of 1998 after having completed the IB program.

Then, in earlyJuly 2004, it dawned on me that if I added a "*" at the end of the old page's URL (http://www.angelfire.com/wy/ib - the /wy/ib being a delicious pun, not a reference to the state of Wyoming, as Angelfire would have me do.) in the Wayback Machine's search engine, I could get every page archived in that directory, even if the /index.html was no longer around.

And thus, I found everything but the index page, including my letter to the IBO, which I always felt was the most rewarding aspect of my IB experience. Now, I include it as part of this site, so that if any of my fellow IBers out there want to see my thoughts upon immediate completion, they can. Also, should any impressionable high school student out there be considering entering the program, this information should be considered as currently applicable to you. This should be included in any IB brochure (especially the classifications of IB students). Of course, the real reason that I'm putting this up here is because it's one of the few things that I have created that I actually still like, which is more than I can say about any of my academic work produced during the IB years (with the exception of two English assignments from Mrs. Evans' class and Tudor and my "Onomatopoeia!" page, though the latter could hardly be called academic. Well, neither could the other two, I guess.)

Also, for all of you, I went through and corrected the spelling errors and typos from the originals. If you want to see what I've changed (about six words), just go the the Internet Wayback Machine for yourself and search for the site. I've given you all the information you need. That, or just enjoy the pages, listed below.

[ [My IB Story]
A brief chronicling of my trip through the International Baccalaureate program, with a focus on the bad parts of it.
[ [IBO Website Analysis]
An examination of the International Baccalaureate Organisation's website, as it existed in 1998 or so, where I translated IB-speak into English, based on my experience in the program.
[ [Tips for IBers (and prospective ones)]
Probably my favourite part of the old site, this is where I highlighted the three distinct types of IB students, and discussed their interactions in a Jane Goodall-esque manner, with 35% less feces throwing.
[ [Why IB?]
A pro and con analysis to assist those considering entry into the program. Can you guess which side I lean to?
[ [Letter to the IBO]
Text of an e-mail I sent to the International Baccalaureate Organisation in about September 1998, when I had yet to recieve the worthless trinket that I had been promised.