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    Tuesday, November 08, 2005


    Exams are stressful. I thought the worst was over when the HSC was over, but I guess that's open to interpretation. Now a year later, it's all coming back again - the pressure, the expectation that you'll do well, the hoping that you won't fail because oh that's so shameful according a lot of people. Nobody likes to be a failure.

    And the HSC. Now that is a psychological mindtrap. Thirteen years of going to school, another word for being institutionalised, and all for what? To be told that there is a great big exam (actually, many exams) waiting for you at the end. After which there will be more institutionalism and more exams under the guise that you have a choice and will eventually be contributing to society. Just what you need.

    And if you don't do well, you'll end up like that guy who's going around on trains asking for spare change "to go the hospital to visit his sick mother" when you know he's out to get drugs.

    So nice set of choices there: do well and get more exams.. or... be like that stuffed up guy on the train.

    So, the solution here is to be a bum. Think about it. You have all the space you could ever need, no need to fight over who gets the best room - if your spot gets taken, go find another one that's better. And you get more freedom - no accumulated junk that's hoarded in forgotten corners of the attic to collect dust (people have too much stuff these days anyways) so it makes it so easy for you to change locations... every night if you want to. And people feed you. They have restaurants for you to go and it's all on the house. How many people you know could say they get that sort of treatment? Not that many, I'd bet.

    So, the solution is to be a bum. And, best of all - no exams.

     -our love story ;