Year 12 is the biggest bitch.
As people reached this god-for-saken grade, all I heard was complaints about how much year 12 sucks and that they wanted out.
And I would just think they were over reacting.
But it's so goddamn true.
It totally kills my life.
It's only been 4 weeks and it's already killing me.
There's so much to do but so little time to do it in.
I have an in-class essay for English about belonging and choosing texts that relate to my prescribed text is :@.
My prescribed text is Emily Dickinson's poems.
Do you know what she was like?!
All she did was sit in her room all day, writing poems about how she was too scared to fit in and all she did was mope about it.
All I can say is grow a pair.
I need to decide on a topic for my Personal Interest Project for Society and Culture rather quickly because we have to do a speech on our introduction in 3 weeks time.
I have abso-fucking-lutely no idea what to do.
No drugs, sex, depression, death, emo-culture related topics either.
I also need to choose a topic for my major project for Extension History.
I don't know :(.
I may drop the subject if need be.
But any ideas will be greatly, and I MEAN, greatly appreciated :).
I have to say though, that I have a slight advantage since all my friends are high school graduates now, so I can always go to them for help.
But still, I don't know how they were able to cope with all this.
It's too much to handle.
But I know it will be all over and done with in a blink of an eye, and I'd be wondering what I was so stressed about...