
Each year The Newspaper would attempt to traumatise me.
Each year, at some point in late December/early January, The Newspaper, which was absolutely a thing in the 1990s, would run a story designed to inflict immeasurable pain and suffering not just on me but on approximately 99.99 (recurring) per cent of its state’s student population.
Yes, I assure you this is true! For each year, on the front page no less, would sit a lengthy, fawning feature story accompanied by one-to-several group photos of the Golden Children, the Chosen Ones, the High School Heroes, aka the students who’d received a (frankly obscene) perfect score of 100 in the Higher School Certificate.
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Well done them, aye!! Now back to me!
My trauma was inflicted partly by The Newspaper and partly by my father, who at the time was driven by two things: one) a strong desire to see his teenage daughters do well at school and two) a crippling inability to relate to his teenagers daughters, whom he wanted to see do well at school.
This disastrous combination meant that each year my father would snip said story (photographs included) out of the newspaper and sticky tape it to the wall of our lounge room, where it would hang until a fresh bunch of perfect-scorers found their way into the newspaper 365 days later.
This in effect meant that every day for the duration of my high school years, I had the smug, beaming faces of the folks who’d scored a perfect mark in the HSC looking down on me from their academic high horse, which they presumably rode straight into a Sydney University commerce/law degree and then into a great life with a house by the water and a medium-sized dog.
The trauma continues.
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I think saying what score you got for the HSC defeats the point of your article.