O Week

O how exciting

O how novel

O this is what you thought it would be

O the parties, the fun, the people

O how glad you are high school's over

Yeah sorry sucker. It don’t last

It’s not all fun

And don’t you forget it

You thought Year 12 was bad

You’ve only just begun suffering

We take bets on how long until the light

From the first years' eyes burn out

And you become like us

But the parties and alcohol

Might just get you through

You’ll survive

The work is harder than ever before

But the stress is all yours

No one else cares

And that’s an ok feeling

You’ll survive. Trust me, trust yourself. You’re okay