It has begun. After 13 years of formal education, too many lost hats, spilt lunch boxes through schoolbags and magenta printer cartridges to count, the HSC exams are here.
As I sit at work, I have one sitting her first exam right now and I am so unbelievably proud of her and every Year 12 student who has stuck out a year of undeniable stress, high expectations and (parental) meddling.
My worst nightmares involve sitting an exam naked. Or sitting an exam in a towel that can either cover my top half or my bottom (decisions, decisions). Or not being able to find the room where I am sitting an exam. Or forgetting to study and arriving to school only to discover I have an exam.
When she saw that her son wasn’t preparing for his exams, one mum took to his favourite club’s Facebook page. Post continues…
Exams are, to state the obvious, no fun and the stuff of nightmares.
And for Year 12 students they are real. They have dominated their lives for a year now. They have dictated family holidays. They have caused anxiety, stress, frustration, orders for special kinds of pens, fights, tears, slammed doors and requests for “ice cream that normal people would eat”.