Fourteen years ago I was one of those kids, frantically hoping to remember my Shakespeare and Frost quotes, even though I really didn’t care about whatever stupid theme or comparison question I was about to get.
I was crying my way through my 4 unit maths questions, fiddling with organic chemistry (remember when organic meant it had carbon in it?) and writing practice essays on family law.
Yeah, the HSC was hell.
(but so was much of highschool. But the discussion on the pressure cookers of selective high schools is a very long, PTSD inducing series of autobiographies from me and my friends).
We got our TERs (or UAIs)
We started uni. Or didn’t.
Some started in something, then moved across with the right marks.
Or worked for a year or two, and went back.
We did our degrees, or didn’t.
We worked for a bit.
Maybe studied more, because we figured out eight years on what we really wanted.
Or we locked ourselves into doing PhDs in areas we don’t even touch on these days.
An awesome UAI is good if you know what you wanna study
(I studied speech pathology. because I had to pick something, I say. And from there I found what I really liked doing WITHIN that field).
And even that’s no guarantee. And you’ll change.
You’ll wanna do something else. Or you’ll have a break,
or you’ll “throw it all away”.
But it gets better.
Because the HSC is hell, and most of life isn’t.
(some is though. but you’ll figure that out too!)
Celebrate that you made it this far.
And celebrate the other things along the way.
Because I didn’t. They were just things I “ticked off”
And I regret that part the most.