We're Here!!

As a primary school kid, I used to look up to the Year 6 kids, thinking that we were worlds apart. They were so much taller and smarter, they probably knew where they wanted to get in the world, and how to get there. When I started Year 6, I realised that there was nothing to it. There was no magical spell cast to make me feel any taller- I was still shorter than everyone, even some of the gigantic kindergarten kids. I wasn't as smart as I thought I'd be, and when we graduated, I felt kind of cheated. Where was the wisdom?! Why didn't I feel that much of an adult yet?!

Then I got to Year 7. It was a whole new world, and I realised what a mistake I had made. Year 6 kids didn't know anything, it was the Year 12 kids who did. They were the ones who wore the white shirts that set them years away from us, who abbreviated their subjects, to "Chem" or "Legal" or "Modern". They probably knew exactly what they want to do with life, and they all probably had experienced love.

I'm here now. We're all here, and even though we all wear our embarassingly transparent white shirts, or shorten the names for all our subjects, we aren't that much taller or wiser. Maybe you guys are, but I probably haven't grown since Year 6. And those freakishly tall kindergarten kids are probably twice my height now. Nor do I really know what I want to do with life. Sure, it may appear that I have my mind set on design, but I'm really really scared.

It's a tough world- its the real world. Where people don't tell you everything you want to hear. They won't, unlike your friends, gush over everything you make, they won't unconditionally love everything you do.

And as to finding love- I sure havent found any. Well sure, the unrequited type, many times. But actual real love love? Not so much. I'm starting to lose hope in the male population of our generation.

Even though we are no where near ready- (I highly doubt I'd find love or wisdom by the end of year 12), we are going to be kicked out into the real world in exactly one year. It's like a clock ticking really. One year left to stock up your arsenal, eat up your vitamins and vegetables, and prepare for the unexpected. Okay, not really unexpected, we know exactly what's coming; relentless studying for 18 hours a day.

I don't really know where I'm going with all this. I had a huge soppy post all planned out, but my soup is kind of distracting me. It's really nice. You know with all the little crunchy croutons? THEY ARE SO NICE. I wish I could loot the crouton factory. Is there such a thing as a crouton factory? THEY'RE SO DELICIOUS, they'd probably require a WHOLE FACTORY to produce these tiny cubes of heaven.

Anyway, what I was saying was: we have a year left to enjoy having to wake up and wear a uniform everyday, and coming home to know we have homework everyday, and having bells to command our days and the same place to meet up with our friends. It may seem like a huge drag after 13 years- BUT APPRECIATE IT NOW.

In no time, you'll be having to actually figure out what to wear everyday, and having to tell the time yourself without a bell to cue you. And you might not even have any friends to meet up with.

So study well and hard guys, but don't forget that you're probably never going to see 80% of our grade again. Even though there are heaps of people I hardly ever talk to, their presence makes all the difference, I'd probably miss everyone heaps. Actually, I might be lying. I thought it was the end of the world when I graduated from primary school- WHEN WILL I EVER SEE MY FRIENDS AGAIN?! But you know, truthfully, I didn't miss them that much. But then, I always assume wrongly. I probably will miss you guys heaps.