shhh..quiet its trials time!

It has begun.
Trials.
The time of woe and angst for all Year 12 students.
I remember, a long time ago, in the dark ages when we used slates and chalk at school (smirk) I did the Higher School Certificate too.
Somehow it was not such a big deal -we just did it.
There was no fanfare, no needing copious amounts of support and incentives.
We were not allowed to go into a melt down nor did we cram till 3am.
The best thing was that we knew that the end was nigh - no more school with the class full of idiots that you had been forced to spend the best years of your life having to endure their infantile stupidity.
Well that was my case anyway.
I had been stuck with a class full of girls who spent their lunch breaks talking about the techniques of applying lip gloss and who they were intending to get on to during the up coming weekend while the "weird ones" of which I was a member tried not to mention weekends at all.
My daughter crammed last night with the light in her room still on at 2.30am.
She left today stressed and anxious while I kissed her on the forehead and told her to do her best.
For me ...these next few weeks will signal the last weeks of me having any children at school.
I hope she does well.