my ambition

I honestly believe that its not until your faced with an adversity that hits close to home do you realise that in life you have these goals and aspirations that are in fact meant to be fulfilled and completed, you then know that you have been put here to contribute to the forever changing society that we are a part of. I believe that when you have a yearning for something, you already possess the passion that is found within the human spirit. It’s the opinion itself that each individual possesses that then creates a platform to express, and that platform is one that is to be viewed by others. For an individual that has the capacity to share their emotion in a paragraph of writing or perhaps has the ability to remove their emotion from a piece of their work, that person has the passion and the love for what they do, and therefore I believe has the perfect foundation of a successful journalist. I think that as much as you can be sculpted and manicured into being a journalist, the real success that you as an individual can personally achieve is to be able to inject passion into every bit of writing you do.

It seems almost hard to believe that this 13 year chapter of any HSC students life has been completed and is about to be deleted to be replaced with a new empty book to be written in as our lives as adults really begin. It’s the choice that these students have to make as they decent into what it is really that they wish to do, that then begins the foundation for my decision. It’s the challenge of uncovering the raw foundation of journalism and essence of what ones opinion that makes me want to discover. To work out if it is really true that perhaps some of histories greatest pieces of writing had the emotion of the individual left to one side. As I sit here and begin to think about all of the possible answers and challenges that are to be faced as a result of being lucky enough to be accepted into this course, I only hope that the passion I posses has the opportunity to be unleashed.

mufti days

The dictionary defines mufti as civilian clothes, in contrast with military or other uniforms, or as worn by a person who usually wears a uniform. Oh how the fashion world would love to throw that definition out the window and replace it with the real fashionistas point of view. The purpose of mufti day changes with every year of a person existence. In primary school, it’s a fun day where you can combine all of your favorite, colour clashing, wrong on so many levels, pieces of clothing and think you are the coolest kid on the block. You then enter the world of high school and the day you once enjoyed so much then becomes the day you fear the worst. Mufti becomes replaced with judgment and you find yourself a basic recipe for disaster. It’s the one-day you can see what style people follow and perceptions of people you once had are totally changed. The day it seems like its alright to judge a book by its cover. You tell yourself not to judge, not to care what you wear but for a female teenager its impossible. You think all of the night before what you’re going to wear, you want to appear “yourself” but you’re only kidding everyone around you. So you attempt the “effortless” look, the look that actually took you hours to master, hours of standing in front the mirror, hours of pulling everything out of your wardrobe to then just chucking it on the floor. So you finally master the outfit but what about shoes and bag goes with it? when you finally think it’s done, it’s only just the beginning. How many times do you rethink the outfit just because you might not have the “right” accessories to match? I mean wouldn’t it be easier to wear uniform and all look the same? Yes one would vote a normal day rather than a judgment day.

life as we know it must come to an end

So I write to you as it’s the last official day of school and it probably couldn’t have been more sad, however I cant even start to think about the pain I and 170 other students will go through as we say our final goodbyes and leave everything that we have ever known and relied on to live. The biggest part of anything, we as young adults have experienced is going to be deleted, a 13-year chunk gone and never to be copy and pasted back into our lives. You know one would assume that with only weeks to go everyone would put their differences aside and become close and just have fun, on the surface it appears that way but the skeleton underneath is being totally broken by people thinking they should voice their opinion on you because they might not ever get a chace to do so in the future. A fun time is actually filled with much hurt and sorrow, tears stream down our faces at the thought of school being over, but what are we actually going to be like when it is? I have two days to brace myself for possibly the saddest day of my life to date. I write this heart filled blog and tears are already streaming and I try not to think about the 1st of October when my life as I know it comes to an abrupt end. I guess you really do find out who your true friends are in times like this and the ones that help you through it are keepers but as for the rest you may as well have never known them at all, because they will be fine to watch you cry and suffer but not actually do anything about it what so ever. I guess this is like a final note on life, as we know it. Friday morning we wake up with a huge pounding head and a rather foul taste but were new people. We are now beginning the biggest challenge that has ever been put to us and as we think we are ready, we walk with our heads held really high, we are quickly bought back down to the level that we hoped we wouldn’t. So as everyone takes a different path, paths that rarely ever meet with any others we begin a different sort a life, one that’s feared. This is me saying goodbye because I can guarantee you that Thursday I wont even be able to say a word because I will be there devastated. So thankyou!