Is schoolies planning supposed to involve painful, frustrating, emotional, bitchy, friendship damaging stuff?
Is the week intended to be spent with your head in the toilet, your memory blurred, your hotel room trashed – or worse – getting a drink spiked, being date raped, attacked by a shark, electrocuted?!
Are you meant to return home with your wallet empty, your head pounding and your self-esteem in tatters as your virginity flies away on a different plane with some guy you met on the beach?
