this story about the girl at the supermarket checkout? The one with the dreams of being a police officer and an HSC exam to get through?
It's been nearly six months since that post and I have an update. Our checkout paths crossed again today. Finally. I could hardly wait for her to get through the usual 'How are you today? Do you have a [insert name of loyalty card] card?' before the question came gushing out.
"How did you go?"
She looked at me blankly. "Your HSC," I said. "The police force."
She smiled. "I got the ATAR* I needed," she said.
I cheered. But wait, I thought, she's still here. At the checkout. Not at the Police Academy.
"And the police force?" I asked, crossing my toes, hoping against hope that this wasn't going to be one of those moments where I wished I'd kept my mouth shut.
She looked sad. "I have to wait until July to apply," she said. "You have to be 18 and a half."
So she's waiting. Which, as we all know, is the hardest part.
*The primary criterion for entry into most under-graduate university programs in Australia, giving you a rank in relation to the rest of the student body that sits the year 12 exams that year.
[image: This beautiful illustration by SarahJaneStudios/etsy is called 'waiting'.]