| 00:00 - 00:03 | The HSC began today across the state |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | English Paper 1 was first |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | Followed by Paper 2 tomorrow |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | Early reports suggest that Paper 1 was quite difficult |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | With many students having trouble with the reading task |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | Reading task can't have been that bad |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | The visual text is usually an easy way to get marks |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | My lord |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | There was no |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | There was no visual text |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | Instead, there was a poem on mangoes |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | Anyone in this room who will get above a band 3, please leave immediately |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | Fucking mangoes! |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | No visual text and a poem on fruit |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | I thought NESA might have mercy on us this year |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | My head still hurts from reading that fucking poem |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | I used to like mangoes |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | I will never eat the dreadful fruit again |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | All that study defeated by a piece of fucking fruit |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | The other questions were fucked too |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | Text 3 was insightful and made a good point about speculation |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | Who the fuck thinks that hard about a football pitch |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | You may have done better in the other sections |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | The reading task fucked me up for the rest of the exam |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | I could barely concentrate |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | after reading such autism |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | written by a fucking 4 year old |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | who thinks she is creative by making no sense |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | Don't even get me started on no visual text |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | That was supposed to save me from the other questions |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | I'm getting a mystery ATAR and going to TAFE |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | Because of a mango and a soccer field |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | How can NESA live with themselves |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | I studied for that test for weeks |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | All for absolutely nothing |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | I still don't know the difference |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | between a simile and a metaphor, let alone truncated sentences |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | And my creative writing was awful |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | But it still made more sense than that fucking poem |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | by that autistic composer |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | I wouldn't have handed that in if I was in grade 5 |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | Why are you crying? You're going to get a band 6 |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | I want one of you to stab me |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | That way, I can apply for special considerations |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | I'm fucked |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | How am I supposed to please my parents now? |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | I guess I'll have to ace Paper 2 |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | No sleep tonight |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | If I'm lucky, I can pull off a band 4 |
