Hmm. I'm not sure there's any one moment that could possible encapsulate my entire VCE, as colourful as it was. There is, however, a moment that jumped out at me when I read the post and quite possibly one of the VCE moments I won't forget for a long time.
Essentially, I'd received some really bad results at the end of Term 1 and my English teacher sought me out after school to ask me if I were okay. I ended up bawling my eyes out for an hour in an empty room while he sat there listening to me rant and gasp for breath haha. It was the same day I began the blog I kept throughout Year 12 as an outlet, the same day I decided to be a teacher, and the same day I decided to actively make sure everyone else was doing well instead of just helping when they asked me.
I wrote on my blog:
I was fine enough, but my English teacher - if you're there, God please bless him - came to my room last period to ask if I were okay; I seemed upset at the end of English. Just to ask me if I was okay. It was the question that set me off mostly. People ask it lots with that cocked head, pushed-down eyebrows and sharp sentence - but this time he was really asking. It was as if he could SEE. As if he could just see what was in my head- God, curse him for that.
Cue second breakdown. I almost made it through term 1 with only 1, but on the last day I just had to double my total. So I sat in a room and cried in front of another grown fucking man. Credit to him. What a truly wonderful person. It is not important for me to write down the words that were said in the classroom but I'll always remember that man for who he is.
I also decided to help fellow students as much as I can. Fuck the system. You can give me a fucking competition you utter prick, but you will not change who I am. There is no reason why plenty of people can't get equally good scores. I won't let you taint the good in me. You don't fight society through apathy. You swim with the stream and jump out of the water whenever the fuck you feel like it. So yes, I'll play the game, with my own damn rulebook.
Exhale.
That was a pretty defining moment.