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 (:

IMG_3528 IMG_3532 IMG_3542

Cuteness peaking in our braids and uniforms. 

IMG_3557 IMG_3554IMG_3565

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

IMG_3576 IMG_3579 IMG_3590

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.

IMG_3486 IMG_3488 IMG_3500

IMG_3503

#underage #indecent

IMG_3507 IMG_3509

IMG_3512

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 :’)

IMG_3350

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. 

IMG_3351

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

IMG_3360

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

IMG_3361

All da pepes. 

IMG_3411

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. 

IMG_3370 IMG_3383 IMG_3385 IMG_3408  IMG_3416IMG_3365

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.

IMG_3247

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.

IMG_3218

THESE GURLS. I CAN’T EVEN. 

xx Simran

DAY TWENTY TWO

DAY TWENTY TWO

We’ve got a lot of 8 representations going on right now.

The countdown continues ft. some more of Group by the stairs

IMG_3196

It’s finally the time of year where we’re wrapping up, having parties and doing revision that’s worthwhile in all our subjects. I’m so keen to graduate, but I know I’ll miss NSG. The familiarity of walking down B Block corridor, and the daily traffic jam to get from E Block to B Block. And obviously, the familiarity and safety of knowing your teachers for the most part have got your backs and are there to provide you with the best. I’ll miss the comfort and joy of being able to wear navy, white, green and tartan with pride again. I’ll miss the joy of being able to see my group everyday and just chill out in the quad, sit in the sun and talk about everything from politics, human rights issues and obviously how bloody gorgeous Jack Falahee is (the inner fangirl is peaking out now)

Graduation is bittersweet. When you want to leave, but you don’t want to let go.

xx Simran

DAY TWENTY-ONE

DAY TWENTY-ONE

SINGLE DIGITS. SINGLE DIGITS. SINGLE DIGITS. I CAN’T EVEN. 9 DAYS LEFT UNTIL I AM DONE WITH HIGH SCHOOL. THE EXCITEMENT IS REAL.

IMG_3178

We think we’re so mathematically gifted. In reality we just didn’t know how to form a 9 without needing to contort our bodies.

xx Simran