
Term 3 of school has finished for me. Year 11 has finished for me. Now, I'm kind of officially a Year 12 student. I think most people are jumping for joy at the idea. Not me.
Personally, I'm scared. I don't want school to finish. School is easy; it's a routine. I have become so accustomed to the life that i don't want to leave. I shudder to think of what life will be like after school.
Last week was devoted to exams, and I can't say I'll miss them. Leaving Extension English til the last day - a
Friday? That's just downright mean. I also won't miss the triple periods of Business Services - forget being mean, that was torture. On the other hand, I did have fun in this exam - drawing little pictures in my essay? Teacher told us not to make it like an English essay, and I would
never draw stick figures impaled with a pole in an essay on Bowling For Columbine. Ms English Teacher would have my head.
If I wasn't the poster boy for the English department.
But you know what's scary? I'll be doing my HSC when I'm 16. Sixteen. I'll be a baby. Worse still, I have no idea what I want to do once I leave school. Universities don't offer courses in Marrying the Old & Rich, and I don't have the option of a successful Wizarding Career.
There are some things I'm good at. But if I want to go to NIDA, I have to wait an extra two years til I'm 18 and old enough to audition, and even then I'm not guaranteed a spot. If and when I decide what I want to do at uni, my UAI or whatever it is now might not be good enough, because I'm only doing 10 units, because I didn't get the subjects I wanted.
The interview, for lack of a better word, that we must have with the head of Senior School to see if we can drop any subjects should work in my favour, though. Either way, I'm screwed. Dropping the two subjects will give me more time to study for the other subjects. They won't help me in boosting my marks.
I envy the people who have their plans all laid out. Me, I have no idea. Zip. Zilch. Nada.
And that thought terrifies me.