Do You Even Know What ‘HSC’ Stands For?

How often do the teachers remind us of the ‘HSC’ ?

Every two seconds. I reckon I must hear them refer to it about 17 times a day. Probably more! Maybe I could start a tally…

Anyway the year 12 students are doing their trial exams at the moment so the teachers are taking it out on us year 11 students. Let me tell you they are partially succeeding in their mission to scare us to death! Not so sure I’ll make it through to the actual HSC exams without having a melt-down.

So the HSC is a massive part of our lives right. Apparently our purpose at the moment is to live and breathe school so we can do out best and do fantastically in life.

But today I’m thinking it can’t really be that important. See the amount of times my teachers raise the subject of the HSC never did I pick up what it stood for! In year 10 we have the ‘School Certificate’ and I always thought HSC stood for ‘High School Certificate’ but it doesn’t!!!

Who knew it actually stands for ‘Higher School Certificate’!?!

Haha! I laugh in the face of evil!

Meanwhile I just have to make it through the next year without falling in love :) How impossible to be in love when you have school to focus on. That would be so horrible cause you wouldn’t be able to help it.

Anyway… that’s off subject :)

Being Busy Is Distracting

School, School & School.

It’s seems bad and it seems stressful. The idea of being overloaded with assessments. But honesty, I’m more stressed without them. When they’re not in the next few days I’ll put them off and spend my time bludging.

Bludging: for me consists of checking me email and Facebook every two seconds. Playing piano or guitar and writing depressing blog posts. :P

But now that I’m busy. I feel so much better. I don’t have time to mope about the house. I don’t have time to reflect while strumming out a chord progression. All I can think about it ‘drive here, drive there’, ‘speak to this teacher’, ‘write this speech’. I feel so much better when I am busy.

Busy means having no time to join meaningless groups on Facebook, having no time to write a blog that requires me to dig deep. Being busy means being happy. Having a purpose.

But being busy also means I need God. Have you ever felt too busy to stop, read your Bible and pray? Have you ever heard that saying, ‘I’m too busy NOT to pray’? It’s true. I’ll find myself wanting to go to sleep without doing my devotions when I’ve got plenty of time and I’m lazy. But when I’ve been motivated to get stuff done I tend to be more keen on getting that important part of my day in.

So yeah I’ve got my head in the books at the moment and to be honest. It is not at all a bad feeling. Haha and the marks that come out of it are encouraging too so it’s worth it :)

 

Sleepless

:S Probably should not have asked Mum to make me that tea. Probably should have listened to Dad when he told me I wouldn’t be able to sleep.

Probably should have just gone to sleep when I felt tired. Probably should have ended the night’s reading with my devotion. Definitely made a mistake reading the last few chapter of Nights In Rodanthe before I went to bed.

*Spoiler Alert* Ok I know, I’ve been a Nicholas Sparks fan long enough to guess the endings. But guessing it would happen made me want to read… just to see if I was right. Flip, how am I meant to sleep now? One minute I am swooning over the cute letters he wrote her… the next minute he is dead in Ecuador.

Hence my sleeplessness.

Only problem is I have a major assessment tomorrow… and I am not finished. My alarm clock is set for 4.30 am cause my lil bro is turning 7 and I have to make time for presents etc in the morning.

So I just want a litttttle bit of sleep. Yes a little bit would be nice :)

Here’s a poem I found on the net. I took out bits that weren’t relevant… like sleeping pills.. yeah, not me.

Sleep:

Sleep, sleep,
Come my way.
Let me sleep,
So I can start a new day.

Sleep, sleep,
My brain is delirious.
Stop playing tricks, sleep,
You’re making me furious.

– © Leigh Ladd