Throughout my IB career, which has spanned from sixth grade all the way to my junior year of high school, I have been terrified of IB Exams. They are said to be difficult. After taking my first two exams, I can confirm that the precious IB students were correct. While they are difficult, they never spoke of the liberty that we, as IB students, experience once we complete this exam. It was one thing to check off the list of anxiety inducing exams. After I finished my first exam, my mathematics exam, I was so happy. Once I finished the exam I knew what was done was done and there was nothing that could be changed. My worry ceased after my Paper Two. There was a lot of worry though when I finished my Paper One. I thought I did amazing on that test, yet when I heard my other classmates testimony I started to question how well I did. I knew both papers combined would have only eighteen questions. Paper One had thirteen questions. After the test, the entire class exploded about how difficult the exam was. I sat quietly wondering if I took a completely different test. They were raving about how some questions did not make sense and the ones that they believed they got right. I found the test way too easy, which I believed was not a good sign. I decided not to double think my answer because there was nothing I could change. Paper One was on a Friday and Paper Two was on a Monday. Even after hearing the other students' experiences on Paper One I decided to still wing the test. I relaxed the entire weekend. When I took the exam in the morning, I thought I bombed that exam. It was so difficult. nWhen I finished Paper Two, the classroom started a leisurely chat about the exam. Everyone said it was so easy and how amazing they did. I realized then and there that I was one of the few students who did great on Paper One and not so great on Paper Two.