Hate @ english.

English the subject is a complete bullshit subject.

For example.
Somebody please tell me the point of analysing someone else's work and trying to figure out how they're trying to position a reader to feel a certain way.

For one: Through analysing this I'm probably thinking more deeply into this article than the author themselves.

For two: The author is probably an idiot.

For three : I am not the author, how the fuck am I supposed to know what on earth they were thinking while they were writing this piece of crap?

For four: How is this going to help me later in life?

For five: I really don't give a fuck as to what/why/how/anything about this author. I don't give a fuck, my teacher doesn't give a fuck, no-one freaking does.

English.
And to get into any course at a good university, it is a requirement that we get at least 30 in English. English must be counted in our primary four. English, english, freaking english..
Okay, I get that we should be able to speak English, read English, write English, all that basic stuff, in order to communicate effectively etc. etc.

But how does trying to get into Michelle Grattan's mind help me do this?
It doesn't.

And who gives my year 12 English teacher and any VCE English assessor, the right to have so much power over my entire life? Over my ability to get into the uni course I need to get into the job I want?

Not me, not by choice anyway.
Fucked up.