Aargh!

I’ve been writing drafts of this post for days on end and keep meaning to post, but every time I come back to it my feelings have changed. One minute I’m calm, relaxed, and totally unfazed then the next minute I’m completely freaking out. It’s quite strange.

Last night I discovered that I’d been thinking so much about not getting what I wanted that it no longer bothered me. I became absolutley numb to the idea of opening up the envelope to find a disappointing result. Meh. Whatever. I can repeat, it doesn’t matter. However, today I have begun again on the cliche rollercoaster of emotions. Don’t want to know my result, want to know desperately.

But! No use being a Debbie Downer. All I can hope for is that tomorrow will signal the end for me of anything to do with the Leaving Cert. And I’m going up there to that school and grabbing that envelope as soon as I can.

I sincerely wish everyone the best of luck, and give it welly on the dancefloor tomorrow night for me!

Valerie

PS: Look out for myself and our lovely guest blogger Orla’s mugs in the Irish Times this week. The shame!