It is time again for a cliché. Like Christmas advertisements in September, the yearly ritual of graduating from high school is well underway. My life is ruled by triple-lettered acronyms. I eat, sleep and shower all in order to keep myself awake. People tell me they have been through this before, and that I too will emerge mostly intact if not mostly unscathed. Yes I am grateful. Yet however well-meaning they intend to be, these kind remarks are lost on me. For I very much doubt that the burning pang of trousers set alight, nor the searing pinch of a papercut between the webs of fingers, can be alleviated by others telling us that they too have suffered this. That is all very well, I say. But I am only concerned with the present, and I would much rather have a shot of caffeine than any sympathy. If I could physically inject knowledge into my brain, I would. I’d line up for it the way people lined up for Michael Jackson. You would too. A dose of the Haber process please. 20ml of the paradox of Hamlet. 5 grams daily of simple harmonic motion.
I went outside the other weekend. That is, to some other place non-related to study. A place other than school, other than tutoring. It was a shopping centre, to be exact. There was a wondrous buzz of activity, of nonchalance, of un-burden. I could have broken down and wept at the continuance of life without me. How miraculous and at the same time, how heart-rending it was! Alas, if it were not for the HSC, the universe would turn into an almighty stranger.
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that's some intense emotion there. =P I must say though, I don't think it necessarily has to be that way. I think we all need to appreciate the smaller things in life. Take some time out. Go for a walk. Go to the beach.
I don't know. It seems to work for me, but I guess if you need to get 110 to get into med, that's what you have to do. But is it really worth it? Will it make a difference whether you get your degree from unsw or uws? Is it worth giving up your happiness and sanity for it? Your immediate answer may be yes. But think about it for a while. I don't think it shouldn't be.
lol ever heard of tongue in cheek? hsc doesn't necessarily = loss of happiness and sanity. but anyway, my answer to most of your quezzies would be yes. and i think a lot of people would agree. because if you think about it, the hsc is also one of those once in a lifetime things. why not be intense? i'll never have the opportunity to be this intense ever again. Strange as it sounds, sometimes I actually derive some strange pleasure from being so XD
i think so too - though in saying that, it is almost paradoxical that the hsc can be such a strain & slog and yet be so interesting & such a rewarding experience.
+ we have uni/college/etc. to be intense at if we choose - maybe if you want that 'intensity' or seek a challenge try doing something that you really don't need. e.g. For one thing, I tried to finish ballet at a professional level, but got turned down because of my body at the last level - did I think 8-9 hrs a week & crazily late nights of finishing HW for 3 yrs+ was a waste? NO. I learnt a whole heap & more that I can't possibly explain in this box.
Like Her cules, I do think that we need to appreciate "smaller things in life" - if we focus ourselves upon what truly matters in life, it would be much more rewarding.
d read you make me giggle.
but i concur - there is definately life outside the HSC though we won't see it for 6 months. think about it - when else will we do such a short course (one year) that might make a difference? go for the hard miles, i say...
if only i could take some of my own advice
"I went outside the other weekend."
What a strange occurence.
Lol, you really make me lol. Because your emotions are quite OTT. Unless you are being truly heartfelt and genuine... well in that case, I sympathise.
THE HSC DOES NOT RULE YOUR LIFE. IT'S NOT THE MOST IMPORTANT THING! TRY HARD, BUT DO NOT LET IT BE THE IDOL OF YOUR LIFE.
Maybe you need a little sister. We often do silly things, like have conversations entirely of movie quotes and sing HSM3 songs with the guitar.
i think hammie is rubbing off on you
more pressingly, has jester become jet? newfound obsession with aeronauticals?
and lastly, is newfound even a word?!
i think, d read, this crisis is much more pressing than yours.
well duh. your dyslexia/general problems with pronunciation and linguistic expression requires serious and urgent attention. and jet, pray familiarise me with the expression of young 'uns - OTT. I feel so so out of the loop. as for younger sisters, an older brother may as well be the same thing. caveman noises tend to punctuate our speech.
haha nice jet. I think the younger sibling thing works for me too, my brother is so immature he could be classed as younger. It's really quite funny the types of conversations we have at home.
louis, isn't it generally true though that the more you put in the more you get out of anything. I definitely agree it does pay to put in so much, but only if it doesn't significantly compromise the rest of your life.
Maybe I'm just saving up my intensity for later. Because personally, I'm planning on being much more intense later in life. When I have a job and a family life will be pretty hectic. And that's not just for one year..
Haha. I suppose younger sisters are still as mature/more mature than older brothers. I agree with you Her cules, I think there is definitely a point when you can put in too much and overwork yourself and your mind, or your body.
oh d read. OTT = over the top. I hope your view of life is not always this bleak. Don't go emo on me here, buddy.
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