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Ah, advanced english. The subject that singlehandedly made me lose sanity during school, cry over an 85, enhance my hatred for modernist poetry AND ruin one of my favourite books by having to analyse it.

This is me right now. I think I’ve also forgotten how to use proper grammar, and structure my sentences correctly because I’m past the point of no return.

#HSC

Waiting for freedom to come and whisk me away on its white horse. The day where I can finally break up with the frikking HSC is so close, yet so far.

xx Simran

learning curve

As a high school graduate (God I’m already abusing the term and it’s been about 12 hours since I formally graduated), there have been a lot of things I’ve learnt. About myself. About life. About experience. About success. And about failure – my standard of failure is extremely high because I’m a chronic perfectionist and a highly insecure person about myself (I’ve offended people who’ve overheard my definition of failure and I’m sorry if this offends or undermines anyone.)

High school, with all its love, joy, drama and passion, has really showed me who I am as a person – flaws, insecurities, values, ethics and successes all included. I value being able to impart the knowledge gained from an experience, and 6 years at NSG really was an experience.

  1. Your success is never and should never be imposed on by someone else. No parents, no friends, no teachers. No one has the right to impose what you should or should not do. Yes, our parents and mentors should guide and teach us, but no, you have the right to make your own decisions and be the leader of your own life. Guidance and imposition are two different things
  2. Failure doesn’t show you’re stupid. It opens new avenues for you. This is probably very hypocritical of me, because I don’t deal well with failure. I cried for two hours because I wasn’t happy with my ranks in my final report. I have cried over an 85 and even a 90. Yes, I’ve had breakdowns over marks that weren’t that great either. But melodrama aside, every time I didn’t get what I wanted, new avenues opened up. I didn’t get a 95 in English, but I then learnt about my passion and drive for modern and extension history. What a win.
  3. It’s ok to be insecure. This has to be taken with a spoon of caution. Insecurity occasionally and insecurity to the point where you’re sick and fearful are two different things. I get quite insecure occasionally, for both personal and general matters. But high school taught me that sometimes insecurity is ok, because we aren’t perfect and we do need reassurance. Humans thrive on reassurance. Insecurities also help to reshape focus when you’re guided by friends, mentors or the school counsellor. BUT PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU TALK TO SOMEONE ABOUT FEELINGS. DON’T EVER BOTTLE IT UP BECAUSE THAT IS BAD.
  4. Do as much as possible, outside of academia. Throughout all 13 years of schooling (primary and secondary) I made sure to join as many sporting, dance, music, debating, social services and activism groups as possible. And from being a part of a dance group, touch footy team, mock mediation champion and debater, I’ve forged some of the strongest relationships with peers, teachers and the community. Being a part of extracurricular, especially during my senior years was a form of stress relief and it kept my mind healthy and refreshed everyday. Doing extracurricular has also perfected my personality as an assertive and (mostly) confident young woman
  5. Challenge yourself: whether it be by joining a new sport, doing a new subject or conquering a fear of heights at school camp. Challenge yourself when given the opportunity because you won’t get the time back. Now’s the time to step out and give everything a go. You might find out that you’re magical on the sports field, or have the most incredible orator’s voice. Who knows.
  6. Hardship doesn’t make you weak: bullying, insecurities, personal matters. High school taught me that I am capable of standing up for myself and say no. I am capable of fighting the avalanche, even when my mind tells me I’m not.
  7. Be bold: this is one from the heart. Go out there and do something you want to do. Tell someone how you feel about them (not that I’ve done that oops). Man or woman up and don’t be afraid to say something or do something.
  8. Forge relationships with your teachers: this is a valuable lesson. And I’m proud to say that from day one of year 7, back in 2010, I strived to leave lasting impressions on my teachers. And it’s worked. Teachers are so knowledgeable and wonderful to be around. They become more like friends in your senior years, and for the most part, always want you to do well. In whatever way they might show it
  9. Changing friendship groups is ok: by doing this, you aren’t stupid or friendless. It shows you are strong enough to move away from people who might be bringing you down, to make yourself a better person. It’s also an avenue for creating relationships with new people. There is no shame in changing groups
  10. High school provides a shell for one of the greatest transformations you’ll go through: the person I was in year 7, and the person I am now, are two very different people. Let high school show you who you are, what you’re interested in, where your passions lie. Gain as much in experience before your time in school runs out. Because truly, high school is the last time you’ll be able to live carefree (for the most part) and have people to guide and nurture you to the extent that teachers and mentors do.

Wisdom from a semi mature 17 year old girl. Winning at life right now.

xx Simran

DAY THIRTY

DAY THIRTY

Goodbyes are always hard. Today, I said goodbye to a school that has become a second home. I said goodbye to some of the most loving, caring and inspirational teachers and students I’ve had the pleasure to work with and be around. I said goodbye to the elegant mix of bottle green, navy blue and white. I said goodbye to the tartan, the grey buildings and the infectious smiles of everyone around me.

Graduation is bittersweet. The ups and downs of high school have provided me with so much experience, wisdom and education. The lows of anxiety, bullying and insecurities showed me that I know how to fight. I know how to get myself up again when all that’s coming at me is an avalanche. The bullying I went through in Year 11 really strengthened my resolve, made me more sassy, bitchy and a little more cold. But it made me strong. I have my days where I cry because my 85 wasn’t good enough. But I will always fight through.

On the contrary, there are so many highs to high school. The relationships I’ve formed with my peers, best friends, teachers, the senior executives and the community is something I’ll cherish forever. To keep it sweet, NSG has transformed me into an assertive, confident young woman who knows that success is worth fighting for, and failure doesn’t exist. Not getting what you want may just open up other pathways that are more beautifully lit.

Tears were shed. Mr McMahon had me sobbing and ugly crying from the onset of his beautiful speech today at our Year 12 revue. I’ve been an emotional wreck the whole day. Words of wisdom, laughter and fond memories have been thrown my way all day.

And today, as I hang up my Tartan blazer one last time, I look back at my 6 years at NSG and think to myself, wow. This is the young woman I’ve become. All the flaws and imperfections are just little tarnishes on the surface of the diamonds that we all innately are.

NSGHS, class of 2015, I love you girls. You are my rock. Yassy, Jess and Charmaine, words don’t express how important you girls are to me. GBTS, we are on point. I love you girls so much. NSG, I will always and forever have tartan in my blood.

gradz

I might still have the HSC to go, but I made it. 

Signing off in tartan pride one last time,

xx Simran

DAY TWENTY EIGHT

DAY TWENTY EIGHT.

THE END IS NEAR.

Throwing it wayyyyyyy back in our year 7 uniforms for today (:

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Cuteness peaking in our braids and uniforms. 

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Literary Luncheon with some of my favourite girls, and my favourite teacher! 

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Juniors be pimping these days

xx Simran

DAY TWENTY SEVEN

DAY TWENTY SEVEN

MY MILKSHAKE BRINGS ALL THE BOYS TO THE YARD. AND DAMN RIGHT IT’S BETTER THEN YOURS.

ALSO MY CURRENT LOVE IS THE WEEKND. JUST. I CAN’T. SO MUCH LOVE. HIS VOICE DOES THINGS TO ME. I CAN’T.

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#underage #indecent

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Repping Knox Grammar’s senior uniform for Boys uniform day today. And damn we look hot. Too hot to handle. Guys uniforms are so comfy. Granted mine was held up with safety pins and belts and strategic tight singlet placement so noting fell down, but they are so comfy. So much room and so many pockets. So many pockets.

xx Simran

DAY TWENTY SIX

DAY TWENTY SIX

PRANK DAY PRANK DAY PRANK DAY. PYJAMA DAY PYJAMA DAY PYJAMA DAY

Words don’t convey how much I love #nsghs15. We are so on point. Our pranks were executed so well. It was perfect :’)

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Principal’s office panorama. Well done girls. Everything is Awesome from the Lego Movie is permanently burnt into my head. I’m so proud of us. 

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Our lovely Senior deputy, Ms Oyston and her very colourful office. 

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Our junior deputy’s office. It’s a shame he wasn’t here today 😥

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All da pepes. 

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Pyjama swag with the principal. Mr Tomlin is the bomb. And yes I was overheating in a massive oversized NSGHS sweatshirt, but when you sleep in a singlet with spaghetti straps and therefore inappropriate at school, you gotta deal. 

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Some of my favourites. I can’t even. I love these girls so much. NSG is awesome. We are the bomb. NSGHS 2k15, I’m so proud to be a part of the 157 girl grade, that’s made up of smart, dedicated and empowering young women.

xx Simran

DAY TWENTY FOUR

DAY TWENTY FOUR

Today was a great day. We had the NSGB senior challenge, which obviously the girls won. The NSBs traumatised us with skirts that were too short and half shaven legs as they had their uniform swap muck up day. I jigged two classes for the first time in my high school life (rebel but whatever). With 6 days to go, we were really getting into it.

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Tartan pride with the NSG mascot. so much love for this one.

xx Simran

DAY TWENTY THREE

DAY TWENTY THREE

Kinda dying after having to travel for so long from PLC Sydney after a History Extension seminar. But no. My countdown excitement is also very, very real.

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THESE GURLS. I CAN’T EVEN. 

xx Simran