The results are in

For anyone with a kid who did their HSC last year, yesterday was a pretty big day – they finally got their results.

Of course, I forgot. How much longer do you think I can keep blaming things on brain fog?

The eldest has been enjoying adulthood by sleeping away from home for the last few nights, but texted me the vital stats.

It’s been a fairly rough two years for the cohort – trying to stay focused during a pandemic – but despite the ongoing disruption to education during lockdowns last year, the median ATAR actually rose on 2020, to 70.40.

There was no ATAR for the eldest because he didn’t do enough HSC subjects, but if he had, I reckon it wouldn’t have been too shabby.

His marks were very good, including an 85.5 for visual arts. Proud mum!

It’s quite remarkable considering an average of three hours maximum was spent studying for each exam.

As for what’s next, the eldest is halfway through getting an RSA certificate, with the hope of working in a pub in Sydney’s inner west.

As the eldest prefers to sleep all day and stay up all night, I think it’s the perfect choice for entering the working world.

I’ve stopped the financial handouts since high school ended. There’s a bed and a fridge full of food, but that’s it.

That said, I’m kinda hoping that a job increases the appeal of going to art school. I might consider pocket money then.

But that’s up to the eldest to decide.

The memories of me entering the “real” world have been flooding back. I skipped schoolies and got a job at the head office of a bank, ticking deposit slips off spreadsheets.

The boredom fuelled my dream to be a journalist and I scored a cadet ship at The Newcastle Herald not long after.

You got paid in cash back then – about $120 a week in an envelope.

I’m still writing for a living 35 years later.

What would I change if I had my time over? Not much, although the lack of a university degree has made things a bit challenging in recent years.

I suppose that’s part of the reason why I hope the eldest decides on further education – it makes life easier in the long run.

It’s not logical that a 30-year-old university degree matters so much to employers in my line of work, but it does.

Still, there’s plenty of time for the 18 year olds to sort themselves out. They’ve had a rough run, I think gap years are understandable while the world also sorts itself out.

Song of the day: KC & The Sunshine Band “Shake, shake, shake”

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