To all the year 12 students currently completing your exams, I know, I know. You’ve all heard it before, approximately 687 times this year, that these exams are not the end of the world.
“Don’t let a number define you” and “There is life after Year 12” have all become clichés of this final year of school.
You are all just ready to get these exams over and done with, ready to never put a school uniform on again and oh-so-ready to discover yourself in the real world.
I did the HSC; a system based on rankings and fierce competition. Where you are literally forced to compare yourself to everyone around you. A system where disappointment goes with the territory, just like mosquitoes go with summer.
During my Year 12 in 2015, I had some successes. Though more importantly, I had many, many disappointments. I was consumed with stress and exhaustion pretty much every single day of that year.
But that doesn’t take away from the fact that I look back on that year with such fondness. I was learning new things about the world, I was surrounded by people who were intelligent and ambitious, I had a newfound independence with my teachers and I achieved things I never thought I would be able to. (Oh, and I had my first legal drink).