You know you are an IB student when..

You start analyzing random books, song lyrics, and street signs.

You start overanalyzing the rainbows on people's clothing.

You relax vicariously through your non-IB friends (what non-IB friends???).

Your backpack is heavier than you are.

You complain that you can't store notes on your graphing calculator for the IB English exam.

You write stories and give them to other people to analyze for you because you don't understand them.

You forget the meaning of the words "free time" yet remember the meaning of "literary analysis"

You have complicated dreams about graphing circles and ellipses.

You have theological and theoretical physics discussions at parties

Whenever you're watching a movie you find all the motifs and themes ... without trying.

"Friends" and "fellow IBers" are interchangeable.

You go to bed at 3 AM and think, "Oh, it's an early night!"

Social life? What's that?

You've fooled yourself into believing that colleges actually care whether you're in IB or not.

You try to wake up fast enough to catch yourself sleeping - and succeed.

You talk to yourself in the 3rd person.

You write sentences on multiple choice tests.

It's okay to fail as you are not alone.

You frequently catch yourself saying "What?? We had homework??"

You explore the possibility of setting up an IV drip of espresso.

You wonder if brewing is an essential step in the consumption of coffee.

You begin speaking in a language that only you and IBers can understand.

You and Reality file for divorce.

You've sold your soul … and have to wait 4 years to get it back.

Desperate to fill up your CAS hours, you claim watching a black and white movie as "creativity" and tidying your room as "activity", and your teacher approves it.

Your idea of impure thoughts is whether or not to copy math homework.

You can count your math quiz grade on one hand.

Cheating became too easy, so you took up telepathy.

Your best hope for most classes is either divine intervention or a strategically placed lightning bolt.

Your alternate thesis for the Extended Essay is why IB jokes/checklists are so prolific and the amount of fact contained within them.

You plead insanity on a research paper… and your plea is accepted by your teacher.

You do your essays on the ride to school.

You consider giving up going to the bathroom permanently to give you more time to study.

Your home becomes a "home away from home".

Exhausted, you conclude a history essay with, "And they lived happily every after. Amen."

You find that you overreact when you get 2 points marked off on your homework.

You find that you spend more time sleeping in class than at bed.

Your list of excuses for not doing your homework is the length of Anna Karenina.

You manage to complete the whole semester’s homework the day before the term ends.

You finish your extended essay shortly after midnight. Your smile of satisfaction fades when you remember to start on your World Lit paper.

You ask what your summer reading assignment will be in October.

When you are home sick, you can't help but wonder what work you're missing and what your homework is.

When you're watching TV, you feel guilty… That was a lie, you don't watch TV.

You actually believe "mental health days" are excused absences.

Brewing coffee takes too long, so you just eat the beans.

You're afraid of sunlight since you haven't seen it in 3 years.

The bags under your eyes are heavier than the ones carrying your textbooks.

You haven't seen light in so long you glow in the dark.

You find yourself thinking "Without stress my life would be empty."

You've taught yourself how to take naps while walking to your next class.

You think MTV is a formula for mass, temperature and volume.

You look foward to hell week because you think hell would be an improvement on your current situation.

You see your Extended Essay advisor more than you see your parents.

You skip school to do homework.

You are so accustomed to being stressed, that when you aren't, you have a panic attack.

You sleep with your eyes half open because you don't have the energy to close them all the way.

The cure to your depression is concentrating on homework.

You finish your homework before midnight, but find some excuse to stay up until 3 AM ... like reading this list, just because it makes you laugh.

You spend more time trying to decide when you'll do your homework than actually doing it.

You get nervous when you have free time.

You spend more hours getting your CAS forms signed than the number of hours on written those forms, because you wait until the last minute to fill out the forms. Naturally; it would be a waste of time otherwise.

You ask what time it is, then ask "AM or PM?"

You start wearing all black.

You have no life, and admit it.

You see your own picture on a milk carton.

When you have to ask your fellow IBers to give you wake up calls

When you have three or more alarm clocks in your room

When a triple shot espresso and 3 red bulls aren’t enough for you to be awake

When you're not sure what day of the week it is

A break consists of moving your car.

You count the number of days (not hours) you've been awake.

You cut your veins, and the first thing you think of is if you'll be able to finish your art piece

You say "It's only midnight- I have plenty of time to finish."

'Red Bull' is you favorite drink.

You see showering as a waste of time.

You confuse sunrise with sunset.

When Pink Floyd lyrics actually make sense.

When you feel guilty for sleeping 40 minutes at 4am.

true enough rite?