Student sample for assessment
Written by a Year 9 student.
For most of my life, I believed animals existed for human use. Not maliciously—I didn't think about it deeply. I ate meat, wore leather, went to the zoo, and thought this was normal, neutral, just how the world worked. Animals were background characters in human stories. If they mattered at all, it was instrumentally: they could be food, or entertainment, or a way to learn something. I remember my Year 4 teacher saying 'animals are resources,' and I nodded like that was obviously true.
This belief didn't require evidence. It was everywhere—in my family's choices, in advertising, in the structure of daily life. My parents loved animals; they'd take me to the zoo for my birthday. But somehow the love and the consumption coexisted without contradiction in my mind. I didn't see the cognitive dissonance because I wasn't looking for it. The shift started small. Last year, I watched a documentary about elephant cognition. Not a preachy one—just footage of wild elephants showing recognition, grief, joy. The film didn't argue; it showed. And something about seeing an elephant grieve her dead calf broke something in me. It wasn't an intellectual revelation. It was physical. I remember thinking: she loves her baby the way my mum loves me. That feeling didn't go away. After that, change accelerated. I started reading, watching, thinking. I began to notice—really notice—the animals I'd normalised. The chickens crammed into cages. The leather bag made from something that once ran and felt sun. The way we make animals invisible by not looking directly at what they are to us. And the more I saw, the more I couldn't unsee. This wasn't a sudden conversion. It was more like scales falling from my eyes gradually, until one day I looked down and realised I was complicit in suffering I hadn't wanted to see. The worst part wasn't learning that animal farming is brutal. I think I always sensed that. The worst part was recognising that I'd chosen not to think about it. Now, six months later, I'm vegetarian. But that's not really the point. The real change is in how I see. I can't watch a cow and think 'resource' anymore. I see a being with preferences and feelings and a life that's not mine to take. My old belief didn't fall away because I read a convincing argument. It fell away because I finally really looked at what I'd been taught not to see. I'm not sure what this means about how thinking works. Maybe belief is strongest when we don't examine it. Maybe change happens not through logic but through empathy—through feeling another creature's reality so vividly that the old story breaks. Or maybe I'm just one person who happened to look, and so my mind changed. I don't know if I'll stay vegetarian forever, or if my thinking will shift again. But I know now that what I believe isn't neutral. It shapes the world. And that's a thought I can't go back from.