school

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.

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Adding a little sparkle

January 31, 2013 · 1 comment

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Jealous of the seven year old who came to school today with a Hello Kitty Backpack, drink bottle AND shoes.

(also hoping I didn’t put her onto this obsession.)

A little bit of stick on sparkle. From Woolies. Nice.

Music tomorrow night. And next Friday.

Good for the soul.

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And it begins

February 4, 2008 · 2 comments

Canberra’s children are heading back to school today. Should see the evidence of that all over – yesterday it was the masses of children and parents in the stationery aisle at Woolworths, and the lines at Just Cuts for that back to school trim. (even spied a couple of kids I hoped were going into kindy walking around in their school uniforms, including hat!).

School Zone Today the traffic will increase. I’ll have to drive through several school zones. Hopefully there won’t be too many parents doing incredibly stupid things driving-wise in their four wheel drives outside the schools. You know, lik parking across the school crossing so little Jenny can get a safe run in, other kids be damned.

Should also get busier for me at work. With school being back, parents and teachers will start contacting about what they need to be doing this year with the kids, and my diary should be booking up.

Today though, it’s just meetings. One with the other speechies who go to the special schools, two supervision meetings (I get two supervisors, aren’t I lucky?) and another one to sort out what to do with the kindy kids. Don’t have netball tonight to take out any of the fidgetyness I get into the day (probably a good thing as my knee hasn’t been too happy this weekend)… but will have to gym it out tonight.

I’m thinking my sister should have gotten us girls to sign Bridesmaids Prenups

Weekly Mutterings:

  1. What women want :: more?
  2. Epidemic :: obesity
  3. Taxes :: GST
  4. Hello :: Goodbye
  5. Confidential :: Undercover
  6. Lights :: fluorescent
  7. Summation :: in brief
  8. Hard feelings :: get over it
  9. Electric :: ecclectic
  10. Fresh start :: Begin again Finnegan

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