#hsc 2012

[viennateng]

Posting here because why not, in case anyone checks the tag. I was wondering if there's anyone out there who had disability provisions for HSC exams, and could tell me what their experiences with it were? Would be grateful for any replies :)

[countlesscontradictions]

Today I opened my letters from the BOS and UAC and it felt so good to finally have my results on paper in front of me where nobody could possibly take them away from me. I’m happy to say I’ve made it to Macquarie on 93.95 and I could not be more psyched for next year. Looking back a year ago, I was planning my funeral!

[eviltigerfarts]

My English creative story

Inexplicably, Isaac ran headlong into the wall, the force of the impact leaving him splayed out on the ground. The concrete was cold. His head throbbed. The unfamiliar ground began to seep into him. He had been – where? He found he was clutching a lighter, silver. He moved his hands to stand and felt something. A line of paint. A car park. He was in a car park. He had come from – where?

  Using his phone for light he surveyed the surrounding grey. He knew it, somehow. Trolleys were stacked in a corner. On the street below, a tree. A tree: no, it was not a tree. He ran down the footpath and found the familiar letters, BEN. And opposite a dilapidated set of houses, the same that used to stand here. At 31 Sussex Street, the name BEN. Only a simple, shared joke imprinted in concrete survived. He grabbed the light. He had been with Ben seconds ago. What had they talked about?

  It was unusual for this to happen with someone he knew. Usually it was with strangers who were trying to lie. He would get catapulted through time and space to the source of their dishonesty. Through the memory that sat below the surface of their lie, pooling behind their eyes. Had Ben lied?

  He ran toward the train station. It was right past the empty houses, and past the new Coles, past where he used to play basketball. The train pulled into the platform. He soothed his head on the smooth glass window. Ho took out the lighter. He searched his memory. What had Ben said to bring him back here? What had he remembered about the now demolished house? The one that burned to the ground after a crazy neighbor set it alight.

  He arrived at his street, the small townhouses stacked neatly, and identical. The roof was red tile, sloping toward the apex shared with the next house, which slid down again to earth. A zigzag all the way along.

  This had been the only time it happened with Ben. The first time he was walking down the street when he was only ten. He brushed past a hurried looking woman and was suddenly transported to her basement. The washing machine was overflowing his feet felt soaked. She burst in a few moments later. They looked at each other. He had no way of explaining himself, so he climbed through the window and ran. It was years until he figured out what had happened. Somehow, he accessed her memory. It frightened and confused him, still to this day. The last time it had happened was with his crazy next-door neighbor, old Thomas. He was being taken into custody and grabbed hold of the boy. Isaac was flung into the old mans living room, still with his dinner on the table, TV buzzing away. Back then Isaac didn’t fully understand the memory, but it now all fitted together perfectly.

  He knocked at the door fervently

“What did you say?” he asked

“Hey, nice to see you too” Ben tried to joke.

“Just tell me”

“It doesn’t matter, come in and finish your dinner”. Isaac didn’t move

“What did you say?” he repeated, slower this time

“I … err …” he faltered

“I have your lighter, something about a lighter” Ben surveyed it

“That’s an old one. It could have been anything. I’ve had it for years”. His nonchalance was clearly false.

“Because you smoke” Isaac assumed

“Y-yeah. That’s it, you got me, now come in and don’t tell mum’

“You’re lying’ Isaac stared him in the eye

“You don’t smoke”

The realization hit him like a train

“When did you last light this?” Isaac asked. In the millisecond it took for the memory to flit through Ben’s mind, Isaac touched him.

  He landed in the car park where his house used to be.

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HOW SHIT THE HSC HAS BEEN feat. English Paper 2

First off. I NEVER HAVE TO DO A FREAKIN ENGLISH PAPER IN MY EVER HOLY CRAP OMFG OMFG DWLAFJHDSKALFH ERWJKALHR FJHDUEY T FUYFYFD BEEEHEEHTEJ 

So basically it was shit? LOL MODULE A HHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAA +MODULE B WAS ALRIGHT IDK? + AND MODULE C I DIDN'T FINISH = FAIL!!!!! 

So yeh not much to talk about so I'll see you in two days for BIO :)

[therandomrantsoftara]

English Paper 1

English Paper 2

General Maths

French Beginners

Music 1

Legal Studies 

[undeservingsinner-blog]

HOW SHIT THE HSC HAS BEEN feat. English Paper 1

English paper 1 is over. And I feel like a freakin zombie of death. That was so hard I want to cry but now I have to study for paper 2 which is even worse what am I doing with my life. 

So yeah basically it was shit and hard so I guess that's that isn't it? 

I'm really tired k do you guys understand? If not I may come to you and sleep on you. 

CATCH THE NEXT EPISODE OF 'HOW SHIT THE HSC HAS BEEN' ON WEDNESDAY WHERE OUR GUEST WILL TELL YOU ABOUT HOW MUCH WORSE PAPER 2 IS AND HOW HER DREAMS ARE BEING SHAT ON 

[dustinthewakeofdreams]

So I've kept myself together pretty well this year...

I haven't had a breakdown at any point in time. I've done my study like a good girl. Hell, for some of them, I've just gone in with a dictionary and gone excellently (this is strictly for French). I've calmed down my friends who were having a crisis. I've been calm, confident, and, in general, absolutely fine.

So why do I now feel like I'm going to freaking fail every exam I have?

I just feel like there's this massive pit of fear, anxiety, and general paranoia swirling around in my stomach. I mean, I've studied. But I don't think I've studied enough.

Well, if nothing else, I can sit on Tumblr for the rest of my life and no-one will judge me...

God, I'm going to need a care package for the day we get our results. If I do well, I'll need it to celebrate. If I don't, well, I'll be needing a lot of tissues.

Still, at least my mum's reassured me that she'll be happy, whatever I get. Which is big, because Mum usually isn't as reassuring.

I'm just going to go write out every quote I know from Skrzynecki and my related material...

[befreckled-blog]

Scrolling through the HSC tag on Tumblr is providing me with the motivation to go and study, but also freaking me out over wasting a whole week last week. I can't believe it's only just sunk in that I have all this study to do. I am a complete and utter idiot for lounging about last week doing nothing every single day.

Well I didn't exactly do nothing, I hung out with friends virtually every day. And on the days I was at home alone, I watched FRIENDS. I miss that first week, I promise to study if I can live it again.