I find it truly remarkable that I get to come to school every day and genuinely enjoy the company of each and every teacher here at St. Hildas. From Mr. Ingrim’s friendly hellos in the hallways to Mrs. Muller’s fascinating 50-minute media discussions, each interaction makes my day just that bit better.

In my junior year, I was going through a tough time, and when it came to school, I often argued with teachers, talked back, or didn't pay attention in class, yet throughout this period, I had a network of support from our staff who stood by me and believed in me, even when I didn’t believe in myself. I feel fortunate to be standing here today, able to share a lesson I wish I had learned earlier: the true value of the staff here at St. Hildas.

Just the other night I got home from a long night of working at KFC,  sat down and put on the new Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders series. Once I had binged a couple episodes, I put down the assortment of chicken I was shoving down my throat, took one look at myself, and wanted to cry. Fast forward to chapel the next day, Mrs. Barron gets on stage and begins talking about—can you guess?—the Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders. 20 minutes go by, and no shame, I sat through that chapel, tears in my eyes, thinking that while I was watching this show, stressing about my body and looks, Mrs. Barron remained selfless in thinking, "Hey, I hope none of my students are watching this and hating themselves." She took that worry and made a wonderful chapel for us girls to feel empowered and seen, and that she did. It’s moments like these that I wholeheartedly appreciate the effort and time staff put into helping us learn and grow. 

Now, let’s talk about my love-hate relationship with math. I spent the first three years of high school dreading math class, convinced my brain was made of mush. But thanks to Mrs. Jones, who somehow made finance enjoyable, I found a new appreciation for the subject. And photography—I didn’t pick it up until my final year. I was completely lost at first, but with the time Miss Pickering took to help me along with Mr. Sutherland’s support, I learned to understand how a camera works and was able to explore and improve in my newfound subject. And Mr. Ross, I know you’re out there analysing and critiquing my words, even as I speak, and I thank you for that. Without your gentle humbling and long discussions, I wouldn’t have been able to improve my writing or deepen my understanding of texts. 

I know this may make me sound like the ultimate teacher’s pet, but I wish I could acknowledge every teacher at St Hilda's who has made a significant impact on my journey.

So, students, I know that out of all of you sitting here today, a couple of you maybe don't love every teacher, but with that, please recognise that your teachers, like you, have their own struggles and challenges. When you notice a teacher snap at you, it's because they likely spent hours devising ways to teach and engage you, which a lot of the time is ignored or overlooked. So when you get back to class, show appreciation, make them laugh, be patient, and acknowledge their efforts. To our teachers, thank you for your resilience and for putting up with my not-so-great jokes. Your support and dedication are truly admirable, and I am deeply grateful for the five years you have put up with me.