The best shit year. Ever.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
For my final English assignment in year twelve, I chose to do a reflection of the year. Usually I'm a quick writer, with little drafting done. But this took weeks.

I'm proud of it.

Submitted: March 27, 2012

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I started this year armed with all the advice those older and wiser could give me. School had never been particularly difficult for me, so I figured this year couldn’t be anything insanely stressful and so, like all good advice, most of it went ignored. Of course, this was to be the first of a million times I would be proven spectacularly wrong and the first of a thousand regrets 2011 would bring.

Over the past few months I’ve learnt a lot. Much to my teachers’ disappointment, not all of my lessons have taken place in the classroom. I learnt the importance of drafting and homework, of course, but I’ve also learnt the importance of time. There has been so little of it in this last year and it’s so easy to forget that it never stops disappearing. Year twelve is like a race, in so many ways.  Standing less than a metre away from the finish line, it’s hard not to have mixed feelings when I look back on the ground I’ve covered. I remember every step, and how sometimes I wasn’t sure if I’d make the next one. I remember the times when the crowd wasn’t on my side and how frequently it could seem like no one was, but they are. I learnt a lot about constructive criticism and the price of tissues this year, too. No one ever told us about the amount of makeup that we would waste on our jumper sleeves and how it really doesn’t come out in the wash.

I did have fun this year; it wasn’t completely full of stress and deadlines. Most of my favourite memories do come from early in the first semester, though. After that there tends to be too much to do, which is a shame although we do still find time to laugh. Sometimes, too much; just ask our teachers. I was told that my year twelve class would be my support group, and at the start of the year this was true. You do need to rely on each other, but I recommend retaining some independence. As sad as it is, not everyone’s cut out for year twelve and people will slowly start realising whether or not this is true for them. A lot of the people I was close to growing up, left school or moved away. I figured I’d have to learn to love the ones I didn’t earlier. Quickly, I learnt that loving them wasn’t as hard as I’d thought; our senior class is full of bright and bubbly people, with a story for every occasion. Its cliché, but I met so many new people this year, just by seeing the old ones in a different light.

Another lesson I’m glad I learnt this year is that procrastination only puts off making you feel better. Doing homework is one of the most successful ways to improve my mood and the feeling of handing in an assignment that has caused weeks of stress is simply amazing. Exams are similar for me; I could go so far as to say my year twelve highlight was walking out of my maths apps exam, knowing I did well. Maths has never been easy for me, and just the tests instil a deep, heart wrenching panic.

I failed for the first time this year; a maths test, of course. I was devastated. This was another important lesson year twelve taught me, though; it was only the first time I’d failed on paper. We make mistakes all the time; it’s just what we do. I’ve decided that it is okay to fail, if you plan to succeed. That D+ was the motivation I needed to ensure I never got one again.

So here I am writing this in the hardest week of my education. Not just this year, but all twelve before. Given the pressure we’re all under, it’s hard to see the silver lining on this cloud; it bears more resemblance to a thunderhead. But it is all going to be over soon, and I will cry harder the day it ends than I have in any leading up to it. That’s okay though, because the same people that offered me comfort this year, will be there sobbing along with me. Now, I’m a little bit older and a little bit wiser and I have some advice of my own to offer; enjoy it.

 


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