Persuasive Essay On Leading Up To Year 12

“F**k this” I don’t believe that I have used that phrase more than during year twelve at school. Not because I want to sound cool or rebellious but because I actually have no idea what I’m doing, I’m sort of just winging it really. Leading up to year twelve, you get told by every single person who has experienced it, that is is one of the most challenging years of your schooling life. All of a sudden you are thrust into the deep end, there is so much to learn. Its almost impossible, but not only must you keep up academically but socially it is a very, I guess you could say trying year. Everyone is trying to find themselves and it gets messy, friendships are lost and bonds are formed that you never would’ve thought could happen.

Year eleven was a bit of a dummy run where academics are concerned. Last year we dipped our toes into the world of NCEA, and to be quite honest it was quite easy. I breezed somewhat through my exams without too much revision and drinking copious amounts
Sweating over decisions, attempting to get the perfect dress, shoes, makeup and hair. There is an expectation that you should look like a princess for the night. I thought that after meticulous planning and preparation I had everything flawless. It felt like a fairytale. Perhaps I put too much pressure on myself to have an amazing time because, in the end I spent the entire night wishing it was better. Everybody spent the night trying to please each other, this gave the atmosphere a forced feeling it was like we were playing dress up. All the stress and the $500 I spent wasn't really worth a night that in ten years I probably won't remember all that well. The ball is one exciting night of our lives but there is plenty more opportunities to have fun in our lives. The ball has made me realise that there is so much more to come outside of year twelve and the realm of