Aussie Government Caught Out!

Widespread Illness Linked Back To Government...

That's right, you've heard it here first. The Aussie government has finally crossed the line. Now, they've been found guilty of torture and intentionally spreading disease... through the act of year twelve. Yeah, yeah, for those of you who are currently not in the middle of this terrible thing, i know you'll all think that i'm being overly dramatic. Well, stuff you. Obviously, you're all morons. MORONS. Really. You go around telling us, as we suffer under the tyrannical education system, that we're in the middle of the 'best year of our life' or that it can't be that bad, you're sure we're just over-reacting. Well, either you have a very short memory and can't remember your final year of school, or you are far too optimistic about what it holds for you in the future.

I can promise you, as someone doing year twelve RIGHT NOW, that it's awful. I'm sure i'll be backed up by anyone else in the same position. Not only is there the constant and intense pressure to do fantastically, get over 90.0 for your T.E.R and beat the 2005 year 12 scores (especially for us poor Walford girls), but you also have no time to hang out with your friends for a decent period of time, you have the constant worry of the school-work that you should be doing hanging over your head, your newly-found social-life (or something close to) has to be pushed aside to make room for study and your parents have suddenly turned into Nazi's who have seeminly made it their mission in life to make the rest of the year as difficult as possibe for you. On top of that, the one usual highlight of the school year, the holidays, has been cruelly torn away from you.

That's right, the holidays, your faithful friend, your chance to chill out, relax, reccuperate, to actually see your friends. Gone. Filled with study for bloody mid-year exams. So, after two weeks 'holidays' which is really two weeks of holiday revision courses and school work without the kilts and lemon shirts, we go back to the jail for exams and then STRAIGHT back into school work, which will become more and more difficult and there will be more and more of it as the teachers realise that they have soooo much to teach and not enough time left, due to their being idiots.

So, where is the rest? The break? The chance for us to actually GET SOME SLEEP FOR A CHANGE?!? Gone. Basically, we get about 30 straight weeks of school. Right now, i can tell you that it is impossible to make it to the end of those weeks and not be sleep-deprived, on an incredibly bad diet (tea, sugar cubes, food from across the road, missed meals...), deprived of social interacion, stressed beyond belief, battling constant colds and the dreaded Glandular Fever...

You're doomed. And really, it's stupid. What is the point of all this pressure for a score that will POSSIBLY get you into a course you want straight-off, so long as it's good enough, and then will never be used again? There isn't a point. As it is, if you don't have a T.E.R for a course, most of the time it's possible to get into it anyway. So the pressure is completely useless and unnecessary. Yet the government (the people who are currently taking the blame for the evils of year 12, at least in my books) does nothing. So, as year twevle's across Australia drop dead from exhaustion or miss weeks of school becuase of Glange or are sooooo stressed out that they can barely breathe and are having panic attacks left, right and centre (yes, you know who you are), does anybody do anything? No. Does anybody not in year twevle give a damn that we're dying? No. Lucky us, to be so loved.

Well, exams are this week, straight after my two week non-break, followed by 10 weeks of non-stop tests and assignments, then two more weeks of non-break and then FINALS. If i survive (which, at this point, looks unlikely), then i'll keep posting to keep you updated on the happenings of life outside the miserable existence that is year twelve... even though posting on a blog is considered a relaxing thing and is therefore frowned upon, as it is taking up time that should be spend studying. But i'll disobey the rules, just so you can keep in on the loop!

For those of you out there who share my pain, take comfort in the single fact that you aren't alone... AND IT'S ALMOST OVER!!! After thirteen years, we'll be free! So good luck!

Stressed-out and dying slowly,

Annabel

(who is sorry to complain so lengthily, but says that when you're averaging five hours sleep a night, you'll understand better)