Formal
Well, it’s been a while. Almost a month since I wrote my last blog post, and in that time, some stuff has actually happened. Yes, I know. Shocking. Life happening.
So to start with, we have my HSC completed. That was simultaneously the most stressful and oddest set of exams I’ve ever done. They were odd in the sense that I treated them like my school exams, and spent way too much time procrastinating. But I simply could not bring myself to work anymore. School was over, this last hoorah was killing me. And I think when I get my results back, it will kill me. I dread the day they hand out our marks.
After the HSC, a period during which many people I know had a birthday (well, as my HSC took a whole month, I guess that isn’t too hard), requiring several parties (I sadly could only attend one for my friend, and one for my mum), I have exercised my laziness to it’s higher levels. I sometimes get a sense of guilt, thinking that I should be studying instead of playing games or going out, but then I remember I’ve been working towards this for 13 years now (although I may not have realised that when I was younger). It shouldn’t be surprising me, and yet it does.
I will be going on ‘schoolies’ with some friends on Friday, 5 nights up at the Entrance, which is presenting us with some interesting organisational challenges. Sometimes I wonder if the leadership stuff mentioned in my resume and principal’s reference is really applicable to me. I’ve never felt like I have shown remarkable leadership, whether it be in Band, Flute ensemble, Peer Support, group projects, Soul Purpose or DoE. But I suppose the idea of a resume and its references is to make you sound good, and that’s what the word ‘remarkable’ does!
Last night was the Year 12 formal, and what an awesome night it was. All the girls/ladies dressed up, their hair, faces and gowns looking wonderful. It may still confuse me as a guy why they would spend so much time and effort too look so wonderful, but I must admit that the end result is amazing. Not that any of them really need to go through all that effort to look wonderful, but women don’t seem to believe that on formal evenings. Or maybe it’s some preconception that society has created. Whatever. They looked beautiful, and that’s what counts, I guess.
They guys, all of us comparatively lazy and less stressed than the ladies, wearing our suits. I reckon the guys looked awesome. Nice and fine. I was never much of a suit person, but I think it may be growing on me. Well, the formal(ish) dress style is, at least. E.g. Collared shirt and tie on Band Tour (Se** and I said to ourselves “Why not?”) for the last day.
The evening was highly enjoyable. Mrs Pigram’s choice of Oatland’s house was highly beneficial (I do not wish to imagine where the committee would have chosen if not for Mrs Pigram’s experience of past formals, making her choose the place over any objections from some certain members of the grade), with the lovely scenery of the garden and sunset providing rather wonderful photos. The food was nice, and the time with friends was great. I still don’t understand the modern youth’s idea of dancing. Whilst bouncing up and down is easy to do, it isn’t that much of a dance, so when any of you did anything differently, it was nice to see. But whatever you did, I enjoyed watching you guys looking silly as you ‘danced’ while I myself was happy to not make myself look embarrassingly silly (in my opinion at least). I spent a large portion of my time standing around outside, speaking with people. And trying to not fall asleep. Towards the end of the night, I felt strangely tired. Don’t know why. The music was, as to be expected, loud and not of the nest taste. Knew barely any of the songs, and only the pulsing beat of the bass was interesting (must be some psychological thing, like why they use bass drums to excite soldiers in ancient society).
Hopefully I will be having my braces removed soon, probably early next year my orthodontist says. As I’m not entirely sure how much more my teeth need to move or be aligned, I’m going to leave that to his capable judgement. I must say that having braces is an interesting experience. I can now personally relate to other people who have had braces instead of just trying to imagine what it must be like (in retrospect, my imaginings of the experiences of wearing braces were woefully short of the mark, as to be expected). It has been painful at times, other time just plain annoying. Throughout it all, I have felt rather self-conscious about them, and I wonder how I’ll feel afterwards. In case you were wondering what the back-story of my braces was, long story short I had to have some teeth removed, and pull the ones behind them down my jaw to fill the gaps. If you want the longer version, ask in person. It’s a little quicker that way.
Closing off the long post, I’ll make a mention about my job hunting. Last night Mr Van Loon told me that most places have got their Christmas staff already lined up, or are conducting the interviews, making it much harder to find and land a job right now unless you plan to work for the longer term (e.g. throughout Uni), which would be hard when I’ll try to do full time study next year. Anyways, I have no idea where I’d find a job, what field it will be (probably as a cashier or similar) and if I feel like doing it. I’m actually afraid of getting a job. Not only does the idea of doing an interview make me nervous, I don’t like change, and getting a job is a change from my school life. But I suppose there are plenty of people like me, and most of them get used to the change, as shall I eventually.
Well, I feel like ending this post. There was probably a lot more I wished to talk about at some point, but it’s lost now. And besides, this post is getting long enough as it is. I’d just like to say a huge thanks to all my friends for the most wonderful 6 years of high school, and the immensely enjoyable night last night. I don’t know where I’d be without any of you.
TTFN!! Ta Ta For Now!