fr i just wanna go to sleep and never wake up but i got mod b and mod c left to memorise hkgierufhwMy head hurts
fr i just wanna go to sleep and never wake up but i got mod b and mod c left to memorise hkgierufhwMy head hurts
Ngl I felt that hkgierufhwfr i just wanna go to sleep and never wake up but i got mod b and mod c left to memorise hkgierufhw
Trebla please I swear I won't do it again js don't ban me
winston smith?I haven't been here for over a year but I have something important to tell you all.
After I was released from my stint of slavery in which my master was NESA themselves, I was able to realise how beautiful life truly is. During my final two months, I endured several lashes and floggings as I was fucked over and over by each individual exam. Yet, each time I was beaten, bruised or battered, I always had a smile on my face because I could taste freedom. I could taste victory.
When I wrote my final line in my Physics HSC last year, I ecstatically threw my table across the room in pure jubilation. I felt like ripping my school uniform off of my skin, unlocking the shackles that kept me tied to this cursing experience. Once I left the hall of my school, I couldn't wait to sever all ties with the institution and with NESA... but then I realised I need a job. Part-time at maccas wasn't going to cut it.
So why did I even do the HSC in the first place? I had been so scared by my master NESA, that I had forgot why I even was held captive in the first place. That is when I realised, I did this for a number. I was judged by a number. Your english teachers would tell you how we are more than just names and numbers. Your history teachers would describe about the horrors of those that were stripped from their identities. Your pdhpe teachers would probably have a wank in your school bathrooms but that is besides the point.
My whole schooling life, I was told that I can be more than just a name and a number. That I could go be something great. But I was enslaved, just to get a number. An ATAR. I had forgotten what freedom had tasted like. I never even got to taste victory.
You may be wondering, p711, what has happened to you ever since you gained your freedom. You may call me an idiot, but I have been enslaved once more. UNSW.
So what is the moral of the story? There isn't. I hope NESA beats you into tomorrow. I hope you get a rude awakening. I hope your exams fuck you over and over again. I copped a 49.55 ATAR but still universities found a way to lure me. I CANNOT ESCAPE! I WILL NEVER ESCAPE!
tl;dr - good luck for exams!
#freep711 #openyoureyes #itneverends
ihv been taught to make a judgment statement at the end and just stating what it is like "hence this strategy is the best ........" or smth idk i suck at thiswhen your given an evaluate question, how do you say your judgment? do u say 'to an extent' type of judgement orrr?
In english, no, in other subjects you can.when your given an evaluate question, how do you say your judgment? do u say 'to an extent' type of judgement orrr?
broβ¦Why you venting to a bunch of yr 12s who are bout to do their hsc, go ask the 26ers they can help
I structure it along the lines of "points 1, 2, 3 mean goal was achieved to this extent" or "goal was achieved to this extent due to points 1, 2, 3" depending on how the question itself is structured.when your given an evaluate question, how do you say your judgment? do u say 'to an extent' type of judgement orrr?
This is poeticI haven't been here for over a year but I have something important to tell you all.
After I was released from my stint of slavery in which my master was NESA themselves, I was able to realise how beautiful life truly is. During my final two months, I endured several lashes and floggings as I was fucked over and over by each individual exam. Yet, each time I was beaten, bruised or battered, I always had a smile on my face because I could taste freedom. I could taste victory.
When I wrote my final line in my Physics HSC last year, I ecstatically threw my table across the room in pure jubilation. I felt like ripping my school uniform off of my skin, unlocking the shackles that kept me tied to this cursing experience. Once I left the hall of my school, I couldn't wait to sever all ties with the institution and with NESA... but then I realised I need a job. Part-time at maccas wasn't going to cut it.
So why did I even do the HSC in the first place? I had been so scared by my master NESA, that I had forgot why I even was held captive in the first place. That is when I realised, I did this for a number. I was judged by a number. Your english teachers would tell you how we are more than just names and numbers. Your history teachers would describe about the horrors of those that were stripped from their identities. Your pdhpe teachers would probably have a wank in your school bathrooms but that is besides the point.
My whole schooling life, I was told that I can be more than just a name and a number. That I could go be something great. But I was enslaved, just to get a number. An ATAR. I had forgotten what freedom had tasted like. I never even got to taste victory.
You may be wondering, p711, what has happened to you ever since you gained your freedom. You may call me an idiot, but I have been enslaved once more. UNSW.
So what is the moral of the story? There isn't. I hope NESA beats you into tomorrow. I hope you get a rude awakening. I hope your exams fuck you over and over again. I copped a 49.55 ATAR but still universities found a way to lure me. I CANNOT ESCAPE! I WILL NEVER ESCAPE!
tl;dr - good luck for exams!
#freep711 #openyoureyes #itneverends
lmao did not feel like the holidays thoHow yall feeling last day of holidays
im so fucked for english istg
No you are not!im so fucked for english istg
Rather you should sell it (if you performed particularly well)imma burn my essays after paper 2