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The beginning of the end

Catherine Fritz-Kalish

For those of you reading this who are sitting the exams this year - good luck! And for all those people behind the scenes egging you on - well done for getting to this point!

The HSC starts tomorrow and the feeling in the air around me is nervous apprehension, excitement at the impending relief that will be felt once this ordeal is over and lots of the fear of the unknown.

The truth is that most of the kids writing these exams will never again know as many facts about as many topics. Their heads are filled with information, most of which they will never need again.

The question this raises is how relevant are these exams and should there be an HSC at all ?

I remember the pre-exam nerves, the sleepless nights and the sweaty palms making it hard to hold your pen. I remember the night before-cramming and the feeling on the morning of each exam, almost of defeat, where the voice inside my head said, "well, if I don't know it now, I will never know it".

The flip side of this is the sheer freedom you feel when you finish writing your last exam. Enjoy this feeling, there are very few times again in your life when you will have such little responsibility. Between ending school forever and embarking on your career is the short breath of holiday that will never be repeated.

We speak the same language, but that doesn't mean we understand each other

Catherine Fritz-KalishOur environment is what makes and shapes us.

I have just returned from a five month around the world trip with my husband and two sons. My husband worked and the kids and I explored. We were in the USA for three months and Europe for two, and one of the first realisations I had was that just because you share a common language doesn't mean you understand your neighbour any better than if they spoke a language foreign to you.

Our environment makes and shapes us and this is why I found the many differences between me and the Philadelphians, the New Yorkers and the Miamians I met so fascinating. We all spoke English and we all lived a relatively privileged life, but because of our physical environments, what we thought was important differed as much as if we lived on different planets.

Even more interesting was how similar and easy to understand I found the Italians I met in Rome, despite the obvious language barrier.