who's damn idea was this, anyway?

okay, so... trials start on tuesday. its now 12:30am on monday. i've spent most of my time studying for math, and am still failing at past papers. because of the preoccupation with math, i have not learned anything for modern history, nor have i memorized any english essays, studied for history extension, or even started looking at bio. therefore, math is the center of all problems, and is a fucking plague upon the world. that's right. i've also started swearing like a truckie. delightful, sarah. really intelligent.

you might be wondering why i'm typing a blog entry if i'm so screwed. well, i've given up hope of getting a UAI of above, oh, let's say, 30. i shall be a scar on the face of SGHS, i shall get a little asterix * on my paper, i shall take the paper with the asterix * on it to a bar, and i shall get free beer. see? there's a silver lining to everything.

the one thing i would like to know right now is... who the FUCK thought that it would be a good idea to introduce this stupid hsc in the first place? i was talking to amanda on the phone about the matter a couple days ago, and here's my theory...:

fuckwit #1: I don't think that our students are under enough stress.

other fuckwits: yes. we agree.

fuckwit #1: We have no means to differentiate them.

other fuckwits: yes. we agree.

fuckwit #1: i have a plan. i think that we should put them through high school, lure them into a false sense of security, make them think that maybe high school isn't so bad after all, and then we can dump upon their teenage shoulders a monumental amount of unnecessary, occasionally suicidal stress that is extremely hard to deal with. we shall put them through a grinder, make them worried, frustrated, make them lose sleep, make them cry, put them in a permanent state of what would appear to be PMS, and make them all feel like supreme idiots who don't know shit about anything. We shall also force them to make important life decisions and choose career paths before some of them are even able to be recognized as legal adults. We shall complete the year with a couple of rounds of horribly stressful exams which we will deem " extremely important " , and we shall make people feel like they are going to face imminent doom if they do not do well. The people who do not perform adequately in regards to what we see as "necessary life skills", or, in other words, the people who do not hold the ability to retain and regurgitate gigantuan quantities of generally useless information, shall have their morales crushed, and shall live out their final year of high school feeling like they are going to fail at life.

other fuckwits: yes. this is indeed a wonderous and amazing idea. it shall be so.

anyways. i hope you guys are doing better than me. actually, no matter how badly you think you're doing, i can guarantee that i will always be here, doing my job and bringing up the rear, no melodrama intended. so it's all good. just promise me that a few years down the track, you guys will come and visit me in my cardboard box every now and again, and drop some money into the tin can that i will have sitting in front of my hobo blanket, next to my old shopping trolley filled with dirty clothing and other crap of a miscellaneous nature. [maybe there was some melodrama in that last bit. but who knows..?]

sooo... i don't think anybody's going to read this for a while, but i wish you all the very best of luck for trials and such, anyways. *raises champagne glass* may you all keep at it, stay strong, not complain as much as me, and do well *cheers* =]