I'm going to open with this: I got a 44 study score in Math Methods.
I'm going to be brutally honest. Your SACs are important but they're nothing if you screw up your exam performance. I go to a school where admittedly, the cohort overall wasn't the strongest but the top 4 - 5 kids were really up there. In such a laidback school, you wouldn't have expected the competition that existed our year. I'm not boasting or anything but after all of our SACs, I ended up being at the top of my cohort. I had scored almost perfect marks on all of my SACs (annoyingly, dropped exactly 1 mark in every SAC because of something stupid), knew the study design back to front and had it virtually memorised and could puzzle my way through virtually every question thrown at me. Did a million and one practice exams too - VCAA, Heffernan, Neap, Kilbaha, MAV. I exhausted every single resource I had.
Then I walked into the exam.
I was an accelerated Year 11 student. Methods Exam One was the first exam I'd done. And that was okay. I went home after that, thought I'd done alright - most of my answers bar one matched my teachers'. Went to bed early after some quick revision. The next day, I chilled most of the day, did some more revision. Then walked into my Methods Exam Two. A minute or two into reading time, there was a HUGE storm and it started pouring down like crazy. I remember that because at that very moment, I wanted to cry. Why? Because my exam sucked. I knew it would suck. The questions were hard - insanely so. It felt like nothing else I'd done compared to it.
After my methods exam, my mother was waiting outside. She watched the faces of everyone as we walked out and apparently no one was smiling. When I came out, she asked me how it went and I burst into tears. I was inconsolable. It felt like I'd screwed up my entire year. Everything I'd worked so hard for had gone down the drain. I walked in thinking 46/47 Study Score above if I could repeat my Exam One performance. And walked out done with life.
I honestly remember nothing from Exam Two. I remember going through MC and ER, doing what I could and bluffing what I couldn't and the entire time thinking I'd wasted an entire year. I kept thinking, I should have stayed up just that little bit longer, worked that little bit harder and done just one more exam - maybe then I would have gotten my dream study score.
I ended up getting a 44 and if I'm being honest, I was just a tad - and sort of still am - disappointed in myself. But the night before results, my brother was admitted to hospital. I stayed up all night not knowing if he'd survive.
My point in telling you this story is this: Your SACs are important. Your exams are more important. But there are more important things.