My Schoolies Experience
*knock at the door*
Oh, I wonder who that could be!
Guilt! Inadequacy! I didn’t realise you’d be visiting again so soon! Well, no worries, your room is still made up from last time. What’s that? You’ll be staying here a while? No, that’s fine. You know there’s always room for you.
The HSC is ‘Not the End of the World’
Can we just clear one thing up? I’m not stressed about the HSC because I think its the end of the world, or because I think if I don’t get the ATAR I need I’ll be living on the streets eating 2 minute noodles for the rest of my life.
I’m stressed because I’ve been working so hard with barely any breaks for about 6 months now, just trying to meet the minimum requirements of everything I do. I’m stressed because I’m so fatigued that studying is even harder for me than usual, but I know I need to do it, meaning that I spend all of my time either hating studying, or feeling guilty about not doing it. I’m stressed because sitting in a room with other people in it for three hours in complete silence whilst simultaneously being assessed is terrifying and awful.
You see, even though I’ve known for my whole HSC year that it ‘wasn’t the end of the world’, I’ve still had to do it. Even though I’m not stressed about results, I still have to sit exams. Just the doing is hard, independent of being worried about the outcomes. I think that’s where the stress is. Just the constant need to do really unpleasant tasks to a deadline for a long time with no break.
So, that’s my two cents about HSC stress. The stress that I’m experiencing, even though I know its ‘not the end of the world’.
I went down to the river filled with regret.
I looked down and I wondered if there was any reason left…
I left just before my lungs could get wet,
because I’m lonely, but I ain’t that lonely yet.
THEY’RE INSIDE. WTF IS IT SNOWING?!
The devil, the originator of sorrowful anxieties and restless troubles, flees before the sound of music almost as much as before the Word of God….Music is a gift and grace of God, not an invention of men. Thus it drives out the devil and makes people cheerful. Then one forgets all wrath, impurity, and other devices.
So when the devil throws your sins in your face and declares that you deserve death and hell, tell him this: “I admit that I deserve death and hell, what of it? For I know One who suffered and made satisfaction on my behalf. His name is Jesus Christ, Son of God, and where He is there I shall be also!
A little encouragement to my fellow HSC students from Courage Wolf.