Going into the year I was frustrated but I just had to go with it because it seemed that nothing else would work. With each week I grew more discouraged and stressed with the amount of work I had. I was barely managing to keep myself afloat and by the time the second semester began I was in shambles. It grew to the point of where I stopped going to school. My parents urge to go to school and not fall so far behind, and not even the looming hazard of being dropped out of the IB program could faze me. Disheartened by what was happening to me I was taken to my doctor, and I was diagnosed in a state of depression. Unsurprisingly I was removed from the IB program and my options were to attend an entire list of classes away from all the people I had met and knew over the past two years, or to begin online school. I eventually decided that online school would be the best decision for me at the time, and I followed through with that plan even until now. However, even after being able to somewhat recover from that horrible state, I still managed to feel guilty of