The night after the Revolution is always peaceful.
The night after the Revolution is filled with relief, excitement and anxiety.
This "Revolution" I keep refering to is the equivalent of the HSC. In my case, I'm feeling quite a large amount of pressure on my chest and a headache to complement my ill state. But let me recap on the last three weeks and my experiences as a HSC candidate of 2009.

1. English: I'm not much of an essay writer so I knew that this was where the bulk of my marks for english would come from. I sat down on the allocated seat and at 9:25am, the nation began reading time. I can tell you now that before the HSC you'll be thinking: "why are these people so stressed out about a simple exam block?" In reality, I thought of this myself and I found out why. I sat in that seat for my very first exam, wanting to vommit for the first half an hour. It was an undescribable feeling.

2. Studies of Religion: Shame to say, I didn't make much of an attempt to study for this exam. I thought it'd be a breeze to get through. My results may suggest otherwise. The last question (worth 20 marks) was chaotic for me. I had no idea how to answer it, and in the end i resorted to scribbling down anything I knew in relation to that question.

3. Maths: The subject which always saved my bacon. Maths was something I could easily improve and understand. It was by far the best exam I sat during the entire month. Regretably, I had a chance last year to achieve a band 6 in this subject and focus on possibly extension 2 in 09 - but I failed and got lost somewhere along the way.

4. Physics: Not my best subject, but it always kept me interested in the ways different things in life worked. I found myself cramming the night before, trying to indulge my mind with theories, concepts, and ideas that seemed dull and boring.

5. Senior science: The subject which I've never once studied for during the year and I might add that I'm doing okay at it. Most of it was common sense in a way. At the conclusion of this exam, most of my friends were finished with their HSC's - I had to wait another week.

6. Engineering Studies: Well it was a half-hearted effort that never got me far.

Conclusion: I'd have to say that I'd never go through that phase of life again. For future generations, never procrastinate! And with this ends another part of my life - I've ended up without the girl or ATAR that I wanted.