I graduated from the best IB school in Florida.
IB does nothing but make you feel stupid while in the background the teachers were raising hell and truly testing our patience, especially during the end of junior year. I was horrible in history (still am
) and chemistry (at the time). I did not have a choice as to what classes to take.
AP is better. TRUST ME. Have your child take AP classes, particularly AP chem and AP biology instead.
I took HL Biology (two-year long class in IB) and I didn't have motivation to do school at the time (I was immature). I did poorly on all of my classes, in particular HL Biology. Luckily I still got into college.
This made me decide to pursue a computer science major, then I chose to go into IT. I took a simple biology course and I loved it while I took a course in C programming and hated it. I realized that biology wasn't bad, it was just that IB pissed me off. My major is now biology and I made Dean's list this semester
I suggest you have your child do AP instead of IB. It will allow them to concentrate on what they like rather than get kicked in the face by everything. As long as they get good grades, they will be fine in college admissions. My parents forced me to do IB, causing me to rebel and get bad grades.
The only thing that made IB tolerable were my friends. We had so much fun at 3 AM writing our English essays and suffering and quoting the same quotes from our textbooks that we all memorized. I suggest you search google for "you know you're in IB when..." pages. EVERY one of those statements is true... and not in a funny way. If you want a good relationship with your child, keep them away from IB. They will end up hating your guts for years to come. My parents blame me for doing poorly even though they wouldn't let me drop out. If I failed out, I wouldn't have a place to sleep therefore I did the bare minimum and suffered all the way through.
I hate IB. I still have nightmares about it. I will never forgive my parents. Some people are more sensitive to stress when they are young and immature; I am one of them. Take what I'm saying seriously.
-One last edit:
Listen to what MyStiKxFury says and GIVE YOUR CHILD A CHOICE. Let her know what IB is about. My mom never told me what IB was, I just had my middle school give me my transcripts and my mom mailed some stuff.
February 1st, 2002. That was the fateful day that I signed my IB acceptance. I hate my mother for this.