The Wonder Years

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The thing about being in year 12 is it's a great excuse for almost anything. You adopt the sleeping patterns of a six year old, and pretend to do as much work as a middle aged man in his forties who browses dating sites in his spare time. Right now we're literally on top of the food-chain, and not to sound like a power hungry maniac but I kind of like it.

Apart from the stressful meltdowns and bitching. But that's ok because I can pretty much have PMS symptoms every day and blame it on year 12...some harried looking teacher will rush to my assistance. Guaranteed.

All these perks almost make me want to stick around for a bit longer than 3 terms...almost. I can't really imagine a life without an 8 hour school day because honestly I've never really had one. The concept of waking up late and dragging myself to Uni if I feel like it seems like some kind of awesome slacker dream.

And then I wonder if maybe I'm missing something key and crucial about school. Every person old enough to remember when cassettes were revolutionary tells me that highschool was the best time of their life.

This makes me apprehensive because:

a) Highschool was not THAT great

b) This means that my highschool experience was somehow tainted

c) Going with 'old person's' theory it can only get worse from here

And I really hope it gets better from here...because I'm really at the 'mediocre/content I guess' scale of existence and it would be great to get that pushed up to an 'awesome'.

If not, I can always find Christopher Lloyd, a car that travels in time, and go back to the future and change everything...

Wow that was easy.