Same as well.same
Agreed. I chose 2U advanced to give it a try - I can always drop to standard maths if it gets too hard - but I salute those who do 3U...I realise that the workload will increase hugely, but otherwise I'm sure I'll enjoy Year 11 to an extent. I enjoy all of the subjects I've chosen, except for Mathematics, which is why I only picked 2U.
If you asked me that question six months ago my reply would've been: 'Hell, yeah. Bring it on. Bring on everything I love and lose everything I hate."
But then I realised it wasn't that simple. Even though I got away with doing no maths and no science (yay!) I'm still doing a course just to fill up units.
Basically all my friends are going to a senior school and some are even going to selective. I can't just click my fingers and change groups, especially when I've prided myself in being in the not being in the 'I'm so good...look at me...OMG" group, who walk around the school and think they're king shit but in reality they're just a bunch of bogans and bimbos everybody hates.
But the worst thing? The worst thing is, in earlier years, I looked forward to the senior school. I mean the seniors at school walk around like they own the place...and they do, to some extent. I mean they're the ones doing the hardest courses out of any of us, they've got the HSC and whatever. Another thing is the groups are really small. I mean REALLY small. My group isn't all that big to begin with and I don't want to end up as the loser-loner girl coz all her friends moved away.
I thought Years 11 and 12 would be great. I'd be with my friends, I'd have my P's, a car and a job. I'd being doing the subjects I absolutely love and nobody could talk me into doing subjects I do well in but hate with a passion. I'd be confident and happy. I'd be independent and I'd spend my free periods at the Maccas down the road, eating lunch with friends and then spend lunch shopping. I'd never have to deal with the horrible teachers that teach the in the Home Ec. department because I'd never being doing Home Ec. again. I'd think it was all so easy and have the "time of my life" people like John Mellencamp and Bryan Adams sing about.
But the reality is that I'm not with my friends, I don't have my P's or a job. Somebody talked me into doing a subject I despise. I'm not happy. I can't spend my frees at Maccas or shopping because of a new system where we have to stay in school. Therefore I'm not independent and I'm not having the "time of my life". Looks like Bryan and and John were wrong.
Now, somehow, I'm faced with that ever so infamous question, I'm sure I'm not meant to deal with until I'm 17. The question I'm not ready for. The question that every Australian young adult novel is based on. A question I never used to understand because, to me, the answer was so simple. Until now.
'Who am I?'
Honestly, I have no idea.
your a chick on bos, yes?If you asked me that question six months ago my reply would've been: 'Hell, yeah. Bring it on. Bring on everything I love and lose everything I hate."
But then I realised it wasn't that simple. Even though I got away with doing no maths and no science (yay!) I'm still doing a course just to fill up units.
Basically all my friends are going to a senior school and some are even going to selective. I can't just click my fingers and change groups, especially when I've prided myself in being in the not being in the 'I'm so good...look at me...OMG" group, who walk around the school and think they're king shit but in reality they're just a bunch of bogans and bimbos everybody hates.
But the worst thing? The worst thing is, in earlier years, I looked forward to the senior school. I mean the seniors at school walk around like they own the place...and they do, to some extent. I mean they're the ones doing the hardest courses out of any of us, they've got the HSC and whatever. Another thing is the groups are really small. I mean REALLY small. My group isn't all that big to begin with and I don't want to end up as the loser-loner girl coz all her friends moved away.
I thought Years 11 and 12 would be great. I'd be with my friends, I'd have my P's, a car and a job. I'd being doing the subjects I absolutely love and nobody could talk me into doing subjects I do well in but hate with a passion. I'd be confident and happy. I'd be independent and I'd spend my free periods at the Maccas down the road, eating lunch with friends and then spend lunch shopping. I'd never have to deal with the horrible teachers that teach the in the Home Ec. department because I'd never being doing Home Ec. again. I'd think it was all so easy and have the "time of my life" people like John Mellencamp and Bryan Adams sing about.
But the reality is that I'm not with my friends, I don't have my P's or a job. Somebody talked me into doing a subject I despise. I'm not happy. I can't spend my frees at Maccas or shopping because of a new system where we have to stay in school. Therefore I'm not independent and I'm not having the "time of my life". Looks like Bryan and and John were wrong.
Now, somehow, I'm faced with that ever so infamous question, I'm sure I'm not meant to deal with until I'm 17. The question I'm not ready for. The question that every Australian young adult novel is based on. A question I never used to understand because, to me, the answer was so simple. Until now.
'Who am I?'
Honestly, I have no idea.
Oh, I completely agree. I see you're doing Ext English, so my respect for you has already doubled.Agreed. I chose 2U advanced to give it a try - I can always drop to standard maths if it gets too hard - but I salute those who do 3U...
I just got my subjects for next year and am soo happy with them: I can't explain my excitement.
As for school... it's the week after our yearly exams and the teachers really have no idea what to do with us except make us do past tests for revision and, personally, I am really sick of any kind of exam.
Oh well... after the SC, it's going to be a massive bludge while we wait for year eleven to come :]
I haven't lost my apprehension. Like you, I've known my friends for years. And they are like family. It gets like that. I guess I am just scared of losing my security blanket. Of jumping into new classes with bitches and not having my best friend to turn to when they think it will be fun to treat Michelle like shit for the day.I've never really needed to move out of my comfort zone. I've never needed to prove myself. I've never needed to have that sort of independence. I was quite happy leaning on them and vice versa.And no, I'm not there to socialise but it is good going through the day actually talking to friends.I was so hoping that this change was linked to this search of identity crap but my friends are such a big part of my that I kind of have to find myself after they're ripped out from under me. Like I said, I have no idea who I am./end rant.I went to the orientation of my new school on Monday and Tuesday and I cannot wait until next year. I'm happy with all my subjects, the teachers and the general atmosphere of the school.
No longer do I have the apprehension of leaving all my friends, even though I have been with many of them since kindergarten and I have never really needed to establish myself.
But I'm not there for socialising so bring on 2010!