I just
graduated high school and got my results yesterday. To be honest I wasn’t that
nervous when I thought about the day I’d get them, and I wasn’t nervous until I
opened the page and had to click on “get ATAR” – then I was terrified. I
suddenly felt this tumbling feeling as I realized that 2 numbers were so
important. There is so much hype surrounding results and too much pressure to
succeed. I worked hard last year and my results show that and obviously I’m
stoked but now that everything is over I have started to feel a sense of so
what? Now what do I do. I got good
results but what does that mean? My 12 years of schooling led me to here and
dropped me off. I’m on a family holiday in England visiting family and friends
and they all ask me the same question “what’s your plan for next year”. I hate
that question because I literally have no idea!! If I still lived in England I
would still have another 6 months of school and I don’t think I could handle
it… too many boring powerpoints and endless minutes spent wishing the clock
would move faster, constantly counting down to 3.25, running to always miss the
bus, making up excuses why I didn’t do my homework, praying for a relief
teacher, dreading exams, too many nights cramming for a test that I promised I’d
actually study for etc but then a part of me wishes I did have school, I want
to feel the safety of knowing what to do everyday, have a reason to see my
friends, laugh at lunch, make too much noise in the library, not having to
worry about what uni to pick. Feeling in a torn mood today think I’m in-between
emotions or something… thought I’d share a few photos from England where I’ve
been visiting family. x
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| Somewhere near Dubai |
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| if you look closely you can see the car stuck on the drive!! |
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| The AMAZING view from a cafe |
