I described it to my mother as some kind of bizarre school camp, where teachers are replaced with security guards and lights out means dubstep must be turned down and afternoon free time is drinking time and activities time is drinking time and pretty much any other time you can think of not including sleep time is drinking time. In between drinking and sleeping even the rookiest of schoolies observers will note the excessive appearance of the phrase 'woo hoo!'
The 'woo hoo!' is the mating call and catch cry of the schoolie; that is, when the creatures arise from their dens of an afternoon they will blinking-step onto the balcony, wading through VB cans and wet towels and questionable liquids and rubbing their eyelids, swiftly downing the morning shot of the day and crying 'WOoO HooOO!' 'Woo hoo's certainly increase in number towards the late evening when most schoolies are out and about - my friends and I have a serial 'woo hoo'er staying in the apartment below us; similar to the role of the traditional rooster, this boy is the first to 'woo hoo' upon the arising of the schoolies at around 1PM and the last to feebly proclaim the cry of revelry and freedom at around 6.30-7AM. I tell you now, readers, there is nothing more humorous than to have crawled pathetically into bed on the first night of schoolies, overwhelmed and exhausted with a spinning head, and to just be on the cusp of sleep when a single, 18 year old male voice meekly and weakly filters through your consciousness before you go under: '...wooOoo.....hooOoo....'
Unfortunately I had to leave this madness prematurely because of several auditions scheduled for this week. I don't mind too much however, because I figure the beach didn't disappear all through year 12 when I was locked away in my bedroom clawing at my eyeballs, so surely it will remain patiently and contentedly for my return upon my true release into this crazy scary world. These auditions are a part of something much bigger than everything else in my life - they are representative of what is just everything to me. (Suffice to say I tried to keep 'woohoo'ing to a minimum these past few days to keep my voice in check, however this proved difficult as schoolies spirit is devestatingly infectious). This is my audition game face (I have worn the same outfit for the four auditions I've already had). I want this outfit to scream 'Let me in! Let me in!' without me actually having to scream it and be taken away in a van.
(I dyed my hair again and it came out kind of weird but in a nice way but now it's hard to match clothes to it.)
I want to get into these music courses more than anything, ever, ever ever in my life. To get in to even one seems like some kind of mad dream - and is something I'm trying (in vain) to distance myself from, just in case things don't work out and a PLAN B (yet to actually be planned) is in order.
I was walking again yesterday listening to music and thinking how much of me is truly and purely this ridiculous venture. I keep falling back onto it, onto art, onto sounds and noises. If you've ever leant precariously onto a loved one's chest, just to check their heartbeat is there - I've been there and every time, it's as though while the steady rhythm is a comfort, you know one day that it will stop. And yours will stop, too. But music - it doesn't stop, ever, it just keeps on going and has done since the dawn of whenever and will do until everything, everything ends. And by that time it doesn't even matter. So suddenly I'm learning all this stuff about myself and why I am who I am - I'm obsessed with security and safety so I like the ocean, and music, and big fucking mountains because they'll never go away, they'll never really die, and they're strong, not fragile, not breakable, like little human bones and brains and hearts. Or something like that.
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| a schoolie in her natural environment |
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