adventures in year twelve

hey. this is a photo diary of our senior year, as presented in photos (maybe with crappy filters). we decided it'd be funny to do this and then look back on all the stuff that made us laugh, cry, worry over and love.

[theyear12project]

yeah brrrrrrppp

An ancient Emmaus proverb.

[theyear12project]

7 million days to go just kidding it’s only 49 friday 26th september

Photoset captions: Top left: Chiron and Jakin pose in front of the new study table Community holler at cha Top right: kebab a la naturals. i think i’ve posted this photo before, but kebab is just so photo worthy, you’re gonna see it again. Mid: throwback to the time I broke my bumper and Nathan fixed it with a belt tie. Good times Bottom left: art room view Bottom right: the peanut desk in all its glory

Friday. Since I got lazy and didn’t record what went down so here’s a dot point synopsis:

In a mad rush to get to school at 9am, I neglected to double check the lesson time. It was from 11am-2pm. A few jimmies were rustled that morning.

Walked into school to find the corridor light completely off, eerily creepy looking. Believing nobody was there at the new study area, I strolled down the corridor in the dim (kinda silent hill-esque) lighting and nearly completely peed my pants when Christian popped out from under the peanut shaped table. Needless to say, the intensity of jimmy rustling was increased tenfold.

After doing a grand total of 2 sentences after an hour, a relocation of troops was in order to the art room, where magical sorcery magics of fluorescent tube lights existed. After travelling via Tom airways (piggyback) (he offered to piggyback Christian as well) (christian politely declined as he lagged behind, mildly deterred from the uncouth transport metjods), Christian and I arrived at the art room where we pretty much proceeded to complete -3 work (well just me) at a different location.

Chemistry lesson consisted of soap and bleach and chlorine and other stuff before finally, the end was nigh. Yes, after a good 2 hours of work, the chemistry course content had been finished off with a final highlight of a sentence detailing hypochloric acid treating water. Bam, done.

The 15 minute break consisted of a rush to David’s house to get his source analysis, which ended up taking 25 minutes. When we reached school again, David patted his jumper nervously before dropping this beauty of a line, “wait did I take it”

…Turns out not lol :’)

Rest of the day was a blur, filled with breaking bad references and food.

;

[theyear12project]

50 days to go - insert snappy caption thursday 25th september

today I learned a few things:

You can’t trust year 12s with any amount of responsibility because WITHOUT A TEACHER LITERALLY -3 THINGS GET DONE (re: bottom left image). YEAH THEY COMPLAIN ’oh but miss, we’re like adults like we’re 18 and we think we’re so smart and cool because we can do whatever we want and turn up late to class holding a coffee…watch us drink alcohol whOA SO BAD ASS hehe’, but seriously you might as well treat them as babies because although they’ve nearly completed 12 years of structured schooling where skills of bladder discipline and emotional resilience has been developed, apparently they STILL haven’t learned self-regulation or any sense of work ethic. I’M 300% SURE THAT NO WORK WAS COMPLETED TODAY IN OUR 3 HOUR MATHS APPS SESSION. honestly, i just watched jordan play cookie clicker.

Psychology Trial Exams - It’s actually not too bad if you don’t study as much as you thought because about 86% of a trial exam is yoloable. Except for when you’re thrown a random question about fixing an exercise routine for a child training to be an olympic swimmer. What am I supposed to tell you to do? Swim faster?? ???????????

Obesity - It’s a real struggle between a bacon sandwich or an ice cream sandwich or 3

Will Poulter (re: top image) is my new celebrity nigga - yes, the kid off narnia with the strong eyebrow game (he’s described them as like baby giraffes in an interview, bless). When the Voyage of the Dawn Treader came out, he was 17 and he looked literally 5 and over the next few years after that he grew like a foot and so maybe there’s still hope for us all. But anyway yeah like he’s super funny and really real and like i get people are like whoa like i don’t understand that but that’s ok i understand me.

[theyear12project]

51 days to go: of bio tests and birdcages (wednesday 24th september)

me: since i forgot to take a photo of the day here is a synopsis in chat form

today: ALRIGHT WHO'S READY ITS A BEAUTIFUL DAY, THE SUN'S SHINING

sace: FINAL BIO ASSESSMENT TODAY AT 8:50!

me: *sleeping*

me: *sleeping*

me at 8am: *sleeping*

me at 8.15am: *sleeping*

me at 8.25am: *sleeping*

me at 8.28am: *suddenly bolts upright in bed* OH RIGHT I CAN'T SLEEP IN TODAY SHIET

// the preceeding before the test outside \\

*discussing our varying levels of screwed*

me: we are so not ready

aaron: i'm probably gonna have to pull the glandular fever card

brandon: awwwwww f*ck

tom *not even in bio*: no you'll be fine. tell me what meiosis is again

brandon: when concentrations of the exchange of wate-

me: brandon, that's osmosis

brandon: ohhhh. is it?

me: ...yeah

me: there's not even an e in osmosis how did you get them confused

// at 9am in class \\

mr davis: *walks in*

mr davis:

mr davis: well i hope there's going to be a better turn out than this today

(there's only 4 people in class)

// during the test \\

mr davis: right you can start

everyone: *flips open the test paper*

me:

me:

me: i can't answer the first question

me: someone send help

me: or a dictionary

*also in the test*

aaron: ((faint singing)) my anaconda don't.... my anaconda don't want none unless you got buns hun... *starts mumbling rap*

felicia: *sends are you insane look*

*two hours later*

me: yes nearly done

me:

me: oh wow i missed a whole page

me: sace 1, crystal 0.

christabel: HEY BRRP *send 454 messages in sucession*

my phone: *law and order message tone* x53325 times

me: oh no

[theyear12project]

"You don't remember what happened. What you remember becomes what happened.”

John Green An Abundance of Katherines

Tuesday 23rd September

[oblivicere]

[theyear12project]

22nd September Monday 53 days to go.

Photoset: Top left: It begins. Exam revision stations at the ready. Top right: A shot from out ‘House Colour’ homegroup activity day, where a spot of light aerobics is currently in order. Middle: An insight into the brilliant workings of Joel’s mind. Bottom left: tbt - Aaron, ladies and gentlemen! Bottom right: Video filming, where I’ve seen the most year 12s gathered in one place!

Its trial exam week, meaning the little receptions stare on in bewilderment whilst year 12s stumble out onto the playground asphalt from their various play equipment shelters whilst either twitching violently or continuously chanting bio definitions.

Really, its just a week where teachers are like: “If you thought a usual double was bad, try THREE CONSECUTIVE HOURS OF THE SAME SUBJECT. OH YEAH. HAHA THAT’S RIGHT. KEEP CRYING! YOUR TEARS FUEL MY SOUL”

Ah yes. Today, as outlined in the previous monster of a text post, marked the beginnings of such a week - The Flinders ‘r u smarter than a 5th grader enuf 4 uni???' exam, from some company called “ACER”.

ACER (apart from being a laptop brand apparently), is a board of examiners comprised of 4 old grandpas who’s common goal in life is to weed out the rare, outstanding kids from the yearly pack of dropkicks. Their job is to write the annual UMAT (undergrad medicine admissions test) exam which serves to basically assess whether you’re cool enough to be a doctor. But they are also the masterminds behind the GAMSAT and this one and more exams with weird-ass acronyms as names.

The key thing to know is that all these exams serve the same purpose: giving you an indicator of how much you suck compared to the other people who took the exam. You get a percentile score or something which gives you and indicator of how you went. 10th percentile? You suck more than 90% of people. 92nd percentile? You suck less than 92% of people. Congrats! 50th percentile? You suck more than 50% of people, but less than the other 50%. That’s the spirit.

At least that’s how I think it works. Anyway. In this case, by spawning this Flinders’ exam, they also have unintentionally created what is THE biggest migrane generator of all time. I was second triple quadruple guessing my intelligence AND SANITY at every ‘read this paragraph and tell me whether a sandwich is a fierce tiger in the context of Antarctical folklore whilst it is in agreement with the 1983 Forklift Regulation Amendment of New Zealand’ or when they sprung the ol’ “the sun moves at a rate of 6.7 kph/sec/L when it is near Venus. How fast do I have to limp if I have amputated my right leg above the tibia and am required to match that speed on Mercury as it rotates anticlockwise?”

I was sweatin’ more than Tony Abbott deciding whether or not to go for a morning run in public after deciding to cut the national broadband network scheme. Never do I ever want to see another chunk of a Walt Whitman poem again where I have to analyse 2 lines whether they indicate ‘melancholy attractiveness' or 'deeply thoughtful sex appeal’ ever again. Ai yi yi.

Seriously, they said this is a plan B for if your ATAR ain’t that flash. Really, if you’re relying on this to get you through, you probably should have studied harder this year to save yourself from the 4 panadol rapid and the 2 day nap you need afterwards to fix your brain.

I am currently sitting at home eating a banana whilst reconsidering my life decisions. Crystal, out. See you tomorrow! Or possibly Wednesday if Tuesday is to Friday and an apple is to the word Barbara.

[theyear12project]

i've lost count on which day it is, but all I know is 54 days until it's all over...

and I cannot at all (not even if I used all the words in the english vocabulary… hell not even if you threw in french, italian and russian) describe how ready I am to be done. (INNER VOICE INTENSIFIES) I WOULD LIKE TO BE DONE RIGHT NOW PLEASE AND THANK YOU. Anyway, here is the much awaited obligatory warning post which should come with enrolling in year 12. aka. the penultimate rant detailing what you should expect. YEAR 12. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. WHILST TAKING THIS MEDICATION COMPLETING THIS YEAR, THE FOLLOWING SIDE-EFFECTS MAY OCCUR: 1) Permanent Tiredness: no one mentioned that if you do year 12, you’re practically signing yourself up for a whole entire year of being relentlessly tired. so incredibly tired. And it’s not even just the generic ‘oh haha i didn’t sleep enough’ or the lame excuse you throw when people ask how it’s going or whatever, no, the tired i’m refering to is not even being able to maintain your body weight tired. Like physically debilitating, my vision is blurry and I can’t stand up tired. The tired where you can’t even eat. I know what you’re thinking, dear reader. Oh, there goes crazy Crystal. Off on her own tangent, talking things up a million times more than what they really are. I admit that I have a tendency to draw things out for dramatic purposes. (I made a pact with myself at the beginning of the year to do two things: be more honest and less childish) But I am not exaggerating the description above. Honestly, that’s what it is. It doesn’t stop there, ladies and gentlemen. No, tiredness is not a result of just physiological measures. In fact, the physical tiredness barely scratches the surface. Let me let you into one of life’s biggest curveballs: (if it were given a snappy title, it’d read, “disguised as a romance, but really just a tragedy - psychological aka. emotional tiredness”) Yes, the torture of mental and emotional tiredness. It sneaks up on your all quiet and stealthy like a theif, before gracefully slashing you in the back like a seasoned assassin. It’s a romance in the sense that it’s lovely to know people and care about people. It really is. To form a relationship (not in the sickening lovey sense, just any old friendship/relationship) with another human being is probably one of the things I marvel about the most. If you stop to consider it, two people are willing to dedicate a portion of their emotion, their care to another person. It’s cool. But every now and again, people become hard to know and care about. The tragedy presents itself in many forms in our mental and emotional state. You might not have bargained for getting attached to people only to find out that, really, they were never attached to you. Or when you invest a lot of effort in making someone feel they’re worth it, but to no avail. Or even when you look out for someone, but in return, nothing. But it’s not solely tragedy inflicted by others, everyday you can find tragedy conjured within yourself. Sometimes, you can feel that you’ve let someone down or have purposely completely ignored someone when they needed help most. Or just plain when you’re annoying and utterly boring. When you can just feel that people don’t want to be around you, I guess that’s a tragedy in itself. (Whilst we’re on that thought; here’s something else you should be wary of: you will feel like an outsider. It’s real and it sucks and even if you do have friends, it’s never really the same. But I digress, more on that later.) All of this is tragic, yeah. Tragic because it’s kinda pathetic, but also because it depletes so much of your psyche that you just don’t know. You don’t really know how to fix it and that mostly because, there’s nothing you can really do to fix it. You can’t please everyone and yourself whilst keeping mental sanity. Its one of those pick two of three situations. Also, it’s year 12. Everyone’s entitled to minding their own business and even being a little self-centered. Even if you have a friend, you can’t exactly drag someone out and spill your unfortunate situation because most likely: a) they’re in a similar position b) they don’t have time to listen to your 3 hour indepth analysis of your personal mental and emotional tragedy complete with visual aids and sign language support and  c) they can’t do anything about it for you. How much I loathe this type of tiredness.  It’s something you’re forced to endure, like a person flailing their limbs desperately as they drown. Try all you want to struggle, in the end the outcome is the same. And when it’s not that, maybe its the tired when you can actually feel the energy seeping out of your body, like the universe has some external vacuum quite literally sucking the life out of you.

It’s a beauty, that tiredness thing. 2) Fake Persona: I confess I am fake. Fake as mechandise made in China. Fake as one of those cookie cutter barbie doll women aged 29 going on 30 with the obligatory liposuction, boob, but, face, nose, ear, botox jobs walking down the polished streets of LA.

Fake, fake, fake. Of course, it’s not noticeable right away, but really if you talk to me for more than 5 minutes you can pick that I am just fake. Like being outgoing? Being funny? “haha you’re funny”?

Unfortunately, that’s not me at all. I’m the serious, boring, un-fun girl who sits there worriedly as the more daring pull an act of defiance against authority. I’m the one saying, "I really don’t think this is a good idea… or I have a bad feeling about this..". I the one who would gladly stay home over having plans with people. I like comfort. I llike having nothing to account for. I have no witty anecdotes or things to share which can spark a discussion. That’s just me. I’m not playing the ‘poor me’ card, I’m giving you, strangers reading this monster of a post, the whole truth. Something I was admittedly scared to admit to myself at one point.

If your year 12 is anything like what it was for me, you’ll find yourself slipping into a fashioned mask when you talk to people without even realising it. It’s not you at all, it just allows you to take a pleasant, but shallow interest in a discussion where you appear enthusiastic enough to chat but not overly so that the conversation becomes too slow and deep. Deep enough where you need actually reveal something about yourself. I give rapid answer/questions to avoid there being a slow pace, which allows the other person to propose talking about something deep. Really, when I do this, I’m  just scared whilst also covering the fact that I can’t hold a conversation to save my life.

Maybe you’ll have another mask, one where you keep to yourself and never talk, but inside, you’re tearing yourself up and because you’re smart. You have the answers and brilliantly sarcastic comments. But you can’t share them. Maybe. I don’t know, you’ll have to find out what type of mask you paint for yourself or whether you’ll even suffer from fake persona syndrome.

3) Feeling alone: Tiredness was bad, but I think some of the awfulness of this side-effect stems from the same emotional reasons pointed out above. Bloody heck, I think this happens to everyone at some point, regardless of your popularity and number of friends or even the closeness of your friends. Seperation from friends due to different timetables, commitments, interests even changes in personality etc goes into overtime in year 12. It’s considered normal to not see a close from for maybe a whole day or two. Not even that, sometimes you find yourself just completely devoid of everything. Everyone’s doing their own thing, fighting their own demons and battles. You start hearing about things that once were directly told to you down the grapevine. You find out about plans to do things after they happen. You no longer have common interests or goals with any of your friends, the list goes on. Any of these reasons can leave you feeling like an outsider and just plain by yourself. I’d say the brunt of it comes when you’re just so indescribably lost, and it sounds so incredibly snobbish and judgemental to say, but no-one would really care.

4) Changes in reacting to things/yourself: You might just cry You might just panic You might just brush it off and not care whatever it is, you’ll feel like a different person when you’re done. You may have cared a lot and felt emotionally available for things, but now you just don’t really care and are immune to crying for others.

You may have been bold to speak up for yourself and at the end find yourself placated and scared. It happens, it’s real and its here to stay. It’s moulded you thus and thus you shall be.

Anyway, that’s that.

School update: Most of the curriculum is done, save for a major maths assignment, psych investigation and a bio test. Everyone is gearing up for exams, whilst planning muckup day and final assembly things. The usual.

On the bright side, they fixed the locker room so now we can actually walk through the building instead of taking a detour worthy in length of the great wall of china itself. They also finally finished all the downstairs study centres and offices.

Next week marks trial exam week, kicking off with the Flinders stat or something test.

I promise you will receive an update with pictures soon enough! Crystal

[theyear12project]

Day 2728941692749329 of 379395 Meanwhile, on page 189 of the chemistry workbook Widespread panic as students uncover increasing amounts of knowledge loopholes in the SACE chemistry curriculum. Will the year 12s pass with these debilitating setbacks? Or will they never know why time data is not? More on this developing story at 5.

[oblivicere]

[theyear12project]

June 23 - August 1 Days 99-128 reality

Photoset captions: Top: A shot taken straight after the first exam of the year - Maths Apps. The topics to conquer were Investment and Loans and Stats. I remember that day because I was so nervous that I spent 30 minutes organising chocolate snacks for the gal pals, drawing sharpie’d encourgaments. I also brought a blanket. The actual exam wasn’t too bad, it was nice having a whole table to yourself, and the EPAC was pretty relaxing. Most of the class triumphed, much to Mr Brenkley’s delight.

Mid-left: A Winter shot of the backstreets. Much love for that place. Mid-mid: the crew, much love. Year 12 camp adventures to granite island. Mid-right: Jus your usual 3 degrees. Bottom: Microwave shot. yes, we finally got a microwave early last term, haha. Yes, it’s the inherited one from the year three above us, which had alarming hygiene problems (aka. Year 8 class swabbed it during a bacteria growth prac, was pretty bad). I hope someone wiped it down with anti-bacterial wipes before anyone used it for anything.

Okay so ‘slacking-off’ may be an understatement with our lack of updates for the last two months. In saying that, here’s what’s different about Year 12 we’ve oh so complained about for the first few terms (holy shizzle, it does not feel right to say that two terms have passed) and Year 12 now (apart from my weight):

1. Workload - Thought it was bad earlier? Oh, hoh, how wrong we were. In the past three months we’ve spent countless hours on maths assignments, but ‘oh i’m busy’ really takes on a whole new meaning when you’re staring down two important tests, two prac reports, an essay and the usual study questions for all subject (not to mention unstarted major investigation due in a month) for the week.

2. Seeing other people/Motivation for life - Really, looking back to post #2, where the locker room was very, very full and a-buzzing with our whole year is just bizzare. Suddenly, we’re an endangered species: no year 12s are ever around, let alone present the locker room. Who even goes there anymore? pft. We’ve gone so far as to skip attending an ‘actual’ lesson (CCAPPS) for an extended Maccas run (not naming names). I’m not exaggerating when I say that once I staggered into the class 10-minutes late to find TWO people. Two out of the whole 15.

After the dastardly, three hour sob-inducing (insert thesaurus page of synonyms for evil (adj.) here) research project was finally done and dusted, our depressing amount of frees were magically doubled (to a fairly acceptable amount). Gradually, everyone realised they could hone-in to the freedom of not showing up ever and leaving for extended periods during the middle of the day. For example on Tuesdays, I’m outta there at 10:20am on the dot and you seriously won’t see me for the next 3 hours until 1:40pm. The common greeting between our people is, ‘OH MY- HOLY SWEET BABY JESUS IT’S YOU! I NEVER SEE YOU EVER’ to which the other person replies ‘OMG, I KNOW RIGHT?! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!’ where the exclamations of how we never see each other last for 4 minutes before an actual conversation ensues. People catch up on Wednesdays now instead of Mondays, it’s just how we roll. #slackeryear

Our lack of contact and motivation for school leaves the teachers ‘very disappointed… setting a bad example to the year 10s’ (- Miss Dyer’s actual words on my report), but frankly, damn impressive.  It amuses me to no end where by recess on Mondays, three-quarters of my year have either left or are no longer here for homegroup and assembly. We label ourselves as the ‘lost-cause year’, simply because the year above us was know for their cohersion, support for each other and stellar leadership and the year below us for their likeability and academics. We literally have nothing going on for us; we’re lazy and we’re awful examples and leaders (re: above).

Remind me to take a picture of the locker room the next time I visit.

3. Relationships - What the hell. So initially, it was thought that year 12 was the year of relationship breaks, but for some reason, like 3498238974 new ones have emerged out of the asphalt cracks around school. I mean some are solid and others involve people betting on ‘how long they’ll last’, but for the most part, it’s puzzling, to put it nicely.

I don’t intend to paint myself as bitter, but everyone, plz. I guess it’s cool that we all never see each other.

4. Other Relationships - I realise that things change, but I never really made the connection that “oh, that also applies to me lol’.  It’s really all just a pinball game - you’re the ball and you really just hit it off with whoever you’re around the most. Chances are, if you’re in an increasing amount of subjects with someone, you’re more likely to become fast friends with them. There’s some I’m not so much close to after realising that we really were only friend because we were forced to spend a significant amount of time together. That sucks a bit.

During term two, after formal shenanigans, there was a subtle shift in friendships. Nothing drastic, but as you scanned around you could pick up that something went down.

4. Gross, its (insert name of person here) - In light of the last point, I find that people who were considered having a stick up their asses are actually becoming civil and dare I say it - pleasant to chat with.

5. The amount of money in my wallet - I had money once.

6. Realising that shit gets real, fast - Not really sure if I was just not completely right in the head earlier, or if I’m just a tard, but I had reality come crashing down onto me all at once on Friday - this is it, after this year it’ll be no more. There will be no more M.A.D.D assemblies to attend, watching Mr Verco karaoke ‘What Does the Fox Say’, there will be no more grumbling about how long that last double was, nor anymore hilarious chats with a reception kid proudly carrying the lunchbox to the canteen. No more hearing the familar ‘ding-ding-ding-ding-ding’ of the intercom, indicating that the fire alarm’s been set off again, or finding any excuse to miss class, or bringing food to microwave specifically.

It’s real and it’s ending and next year we’ll be free, yes, but out in the real world.

7. You ARE a cynic, whether you like it or not - I’ve seen Year 12 change a relatively upbeat and optimistic person into a phlegmatic cynic.  Still not convinced? Watch as SACE completely pees on your grade and reprimands you for handing up work that you’re proud of and your dreams, returning them with their letter grades and regulations. This is real, guys. If you don’t hate everyone by the end of this year (especially SACE), you didn’t do year 12 right.

8. Homework, as in doing questions, is good - Do you know why? It’s because it means you don’t have a test and/or are currently in some real bad shitstorm or assignements and you can just bloody do some brainless questions or read over how Freud was just finding an excuse to flaunt his own fixation on sex.

[theyear12project]

Two weeks, Too weaks. May (day) 29 - June 20 Days 76-98

Yet another two weeks passed whoa update. List of cool things:

 June 12 (Day 90) marked the first exam of the year: Maths Apps. Yes, demon child subject (well not really for anyone else). Bottom left of the picture hierachy shows a weird ass picture of written-on gladlock bags. Those were the emergency rations complete with dark chocolate and half a Tim Tam prepared for the next day’s psychological enslaught. They were tasty.

The morning of the exam, I arrived to find half of the class and Mr Brenkley waiting patiently outside the epic doors, clutching various writing implements and well scrawled cheat sheets. three people were furiously scribbling stuff onto their papers on the canteen benches and I’m pretty sure I saw penney sticking cut outs onto his. Whoa man.

The actual exam environment was kinda nice, the epic had been set up where the assembly seats were down everyone had a table to themself where they got a sheet with two name stickers.

The rest of it wasn't particularily exciting, it was just a lot of pen scribbling and quiet "i'm so screwed's behind me (cahil) Eh, but one done and dusted, four to go!

Pizza: one thursday afternoon at lunch, tom, bonnie and I (as a repeat of the churro day in an earlier post) decided to get a pizza. We settled on pepperoni and sent each other stupid snaps of badly drawn pizza creations whilst waiting impatiently for the lone employee at Dominoes to hurry it up. Afterwards, we decided that a maccas run was ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY, despite there being 5 minutes before the next lesson. Cue 101 Dalmations ebook equivalent (in cassette) playing whilst frantically speeding back to school to deliver a fast melting soft serve for a homie. Upon returning, we heard rumours of the two ccapps classes splitting into 3, which I remember being outraged at, leading to a 2-man boycott of the lesson by Bonnie and I, only to be halted by an unimpressed Miss Amoy.  Here's a cool update: This did not actually happen, apparently my memory is so shot that every single soft serve run at maccas is just mooshed into one experience.

Churros shot: WENT TO SEE THE FAULT IN OUR STARS WITH A BOX OF TISSUES, 9/10 WOULD SOB WHILST SIMULTANEOUSLY LAUGHING HOPELESSLY AGAIN. This was also the saturday of Rancey's 18th (re: world'd greatest stirrer spoon and misc items), a night of slightly-tipsy one up speeches and denied cake (not to mention witnessing a kinda drunk guy peeing into a bush)

[theyear12project]

Misc posts: Before research project was done for term 1, I got a hasbrown from nathan. It was delicious. It gave me will to live.

[theyear12project]

I'm sure this was supposed to be a post sometime, but I have no clue when it was. All I remember is that it was a monday, we were fed up with assembly so instead we went to Bracegirdles at Glenelg (After hot chips, of course) and had fondue and like the best day ever.

[theyear12project]

your friend christabel is rly hot is she single?

um yah but idk.... like we have this criteria thing you gotta meet. 1. be hot 2. don't be whiny 3. don't wear salmon shorts 4. don't be too mushy 5. buy her flowers and chocolate 6. take showers 7. be tastefully a bad boy

also like she's basically rolling in guys so theres a possibility you have to go through a teensy hunger games like scenario, so yeah just a small thing dw too much (if youre hot)

[theyear12project]

my resume: one time i defeated a boss battle without dying

[theyear12project]

Days 68 - 75 May 19 - May 28 Hi hello! Gosh it's been a while hey? The last two weeks have been complete and utter insanity. I suppose week 4 and 5 of term two are the horror stories that everyone hears about from the year 12. Well let's start with the good stuff. Monday, Day 68. The year 12 and 10 were off to their littke work experiences and what not, so we had the whole of senior school to ourselves. The teachers set up a cute little study session thingo in the EPAC with hot chocolate and lemon slice and cupcakes. Man, I think that was the best assembly double ever. I had like 4 cupcakes that day. (Exhibit A top left corner: my face when I saw cupcakes) Although the rest of that week was pretty cool environment wise, but boy was it a nightmare work wise. The stuff just kept piling on and on and on. There were many, many tears. Research project, lo and behold, the end is nigh. Finally, it's just coming to an end! The amount of last minute frenzy to get everything done was crazy. Fast - forward to this week, and we're still wading through remnants of countless assignment drafts and work. But today, the usual suspects took a trip down to 'stress less day' or something along those lines at Uni Adelaide. There was petting zoo, play dough, free tea, massages and just everything. We wandered around before buying a sick as box of chips and a baguette.

[theyear12project]

May 16th Day 67: Fridays After evading tie duty for 2 years, Rhys finally was caught and succumbed to learning how to tie his tie. Today we went on an impromptu maccas run at 11 with many things from the loose change menu and coffee. This resulted in us returning to school and just havin a chat in the back of bonnie's car where we listened to Coldplay's Magic and I See Fure over and just infinite.

[theyear12project]

Day 66: Thursday Highlights: Chocolate in Psychology Photo: Backseat mission - Chiron's car complete. Crystal