Take this from a former high school graduate, high school isn't for everyone. Although sometimes it is, and miraculously an in-between resides wedged amid the two.

So here, have some tips, memos and stories if you will. High school was a rollercoaster and its explanation, or elucidation isn't nothing short of that.

- Fuck Norms.
Take the social-norm and throw it to the wind, in fact take it from the wind and lay it underneath the pounds of excess homework that litters your desk, so one day you can find it and laugh at the fact you may have ever given it a thought and throw in in the bin with all the Year 7 math homework you skipped that now, means absolutely nothing. When I was in Year 7 Vans were all the craze and if you had an iPhone you were one rich bitch that people sucked up to just to get a glimpse at portable snapchat. Back then snapchat didn't even have stories, hear that kids? You wanted to tell your friend a secret then you wrote that lil' scrub a note. And if your teacher caught you, you better hope you weren't bagging out his massive Niagara Falls sized nostrils and how the amazon had overgrown it's limits and was making it's way down his top lip (Perhaps a story for another time?).

Moral of the story, how may kids have iPhones now? You aren't special if you have an iPhone now, it's moved on to the next craze. And it will keep doing so, and on and on it will go. So I suppose what I am saying is in the end, you will just be another kid with an iPhone, so don't be that kid. The kids I remember are the ones that dared to be different, I remember the girl who would sit by herself and read a book, not because she had no friends but because she purely wanted to. I remember how her sentences flowed elegantly and how her hair changed colour every few months and how she didn't care how people saw her, she was passionate and opinionated. I remember the boy who's world revolved around a guitar, where every second word was either music, a fun fact, a joke or an opinion and I would waste hours of my study sessions sitting with him debating how a public vote on the gay marriage movement was idiotic and caused more pain to the mental wellbeing of our LGBTQI community or how microbeads were poisoning Australia's Barrier reef or what tattoo he wants to get (He wanted to get "please" tattooed on his lower lip, so when he would pout it would say please with the puppy dog eyes, ingenious really).

Basically, do what you want. The most interesting and happy people are the ones that don't even know what it is to hide who they are, and sure as hell wouldn't let anyone try and change them. If there is ever a time to figure out who you are and what you what from life, its high school.

- Be kind.
There is no point in being mean, and frankly you will be the only one who suffers from it in the long run. You may hate some girl now because she all up on yo man or some guy because he is just that bit off, but it will pass. High school's weird like that, you form groups and then pin yourself against someone else because of how they look or what they like and dislike and like a nonchalant mother high school taps you on the head and says "Fight all you want but in the end you're stuck with 'em". She's right too.

This summer, my last high school summer I found myself at a music festival with a girl I once despised for frankly being herself. I had always believed she was too dramatic and brutally rude but after 6 years I finally sat down and she made me laugh, she braided my hair (a very intimate act among women) and we found so much more in common than I could have expected. She opened up to me and I saw the love and compassion she had for those she held close to her and the extents she would go to protect them. In the end I felt guilty for ever judging her, because not only was it not my place, but I never even took the time to find out the full story, but chose instead not to question the rumours and base her off her blonde hair and thick makeup. So in the end, the people around you have their own stories to tell, and theres no point judging them before you hear it because it doesn't disadvantage them, it just makes you a fool.

- Make an Effort.
This is a personal recommendation, you don't have time in life to be lazy. A scroll down insta is great now and then, but when you see those photos of people getting out and adventuring, don't just tell yourself 'one day', these are your teenage years, people would kill to get those back so you better use them wisely. I am a strong believer that at the centre of our life is memory. Memory, I believe, drives every aspect of our life. We do things to remember them, but first we have to get off out butts and give ourselves things to remember. So when athletics comes around? Run, throw, jump, laugh, dress up, enjoy it.

You're not much of a runner? No matter, I signed up for my last ever 100m sprint in year 12, and it was my first 100m sprint in high school. You know why I signed up? because there was no reason not to, it was another memory to be made. That day I made an effort to talk most of the girls in my year level into running. Most of them never ran, frankly to see them move faster than a brisk shuffle for the pasta at the canteen was surprising. I knew I could beat them, but you know what? I thought they deserved the memory more than me, because they had never participated in any events and I had my share of ribbons. So when they shot that gun, myself and the winner of the past 5 years of 100m sprints grabbed hands and skipped down the track like 6 year olds. We got yelled at over the loudspeaker while everyone was watching, our less strict teachers edged us on and our year level cheered and we could not stop laughing despite the scolding and self-inflicted embarrassment. Someone got their first ever first place ribbon, and I made a memory with a friend, and went out with a bang. Thats a story I have, if I had decided it wasn't worth the little scolding I probably wouldn't even remember that day, and neither would a lot of people.

Join in on other things too! SRC sound like the biggest waste of time but when you get your friends involved, it's surprisingly easy to talk a teacher into getting out out of 4 classes so you can ice rainbow cupcakes in what creative manner you like. There wasn't just rainbow day either, we held a talent show with the most amazing performance of the drama teacher dressed in a long white dress and red wig being rolled out onto the stage on the front of the esteemed titanic to belt out Celine Dions "My Heart Will Go On," only to be joined mid way by a year 12 boy hold him around the waist. I have never heard a more ecstatic roar from a crowd. That day we not only witnessed Backstreet back, but "The Lion Sleeps Tonight," played on a flute, through a musical geniuses nose. If we hadn't thrown our hands up in the air 4 weeks before that day, then it never would have happened and theres an entire school full of kids feeling glad that it had.

So for tonight I will leave you there. Perhaps if I face another flood of inspiration late at night I will share with you the other lessons I learnt and stories I have to tell, but where is the fun in giving you all the answers?

Yours truly,