WENDELL HUSSEY | Cadet | CONTACT
In some breaking news from the local Betoota Ponds Bowling Club, Aisling Murphy is cooked.
This comes after the 18-year-old Betoota Ponds High student stared down the barrel of her Visual Arts written examination.
“Yeah, chuck that one in the bin,” sighed the exhausted young Aisling who is under the impression that her entire life depends on getting a good ATAR – because marks for courses are allocated on demand rather than actual aptitude required.
“Anyway, 4 down, 2 to go,” she said.
When asked whether she had tried the time-honoured formula of taking a deep breath and reading the question again, Aisling sighed.
“Yeah, I did that and realised that I was even more fucked than before,” laughed the caffeine fuelled aspiring lawyer.
“Why the fuck did I pick Visual Arts?” she asked our reporter.
“How did I think that my brain would spew out abstract subjective theoretical bullshit after 2 long years of cramming?”
“Why did they even ask those questions?”
“What’s the point of it all.”
Our reporter sighed, and confirmed they didn’t have the answer to that question.
“People don’t like lawyers much anyway,” said our reporter.
“You’ll be alright.”
