The calm before the storm

In many ways the HSC is what people would call a void of life itself, a perpetual abyss where happiness and interest die alongside the sanity of anxiety and anticipation. I'd rather like to think of it as a storm, a crazed frenzy of last-minute cramming, and muddled schedules. In some ways you may end up somewhere amazing, or it could suddenly spit you out in god knows where - maybe even shitville or the urban renewal of "Great" Western Sydney. Oh anywhere but there.

what they don't tell you

Well what they don't you when it comes to English writing is that its probably half logical half illogical and half bullshit. The other day i was studying for the upcoming examinations which included English and we 'analysed' movies for 'practice', and of course we came up with several ideas that although laughable prove both the idiocy and brilliance of high school English.