Grad dates. All I have heard about since the return to school is grad dates.
“OMG did you hear Mary Kate asked JohnJoe over the Christmas!”
“I’m gonna ask Eugene guys!” “Good for you Margaret!” etc etc.
Yeah. Good for you, Margaret.
How the hell am I supposed to concentrate on my mockadoodledoos (they’re a wake up call, see! Oh I’m so clever) when I’m obsessed with finding a male type humanoid to put in a suit and stand next to me for a few hours? I suppose it’s my own fault for choosing to go to an all-girls school which, contrary to popular belief, makes girls 10 times crazier about boys. So much for the “less distractions” myth.
Also, can I ask WHY is telly getting so good just when I shouldn’t be watching it? Ugly Betty, Desperate Housewives, Glee, Criminal Minds…ugh. Maddening.
Must stop this from degenerating into a complete rant.
I did my CAO. It was quite scary. I put down a shedload of courses, most to do with journalism or English. Our careers guidance teacher has started pulling people out of classes, sitting them down and basically interrogating them on what they expect to get out of their Leaving, their goals for specific subjects, study plans, whatever. Now this is the absolute last thing I want to do. I understand that the school is interested in scouting out who they might be able to hype up for the 600 but…I’m gonna keep my goals to myself for now.
Everything is kind of starting to kick in now! I’m actually looking forward to the mocks, is that a bit mad? I just want to see where I stand at the moment, where I need to work more, where I can afford to ease the pressure a bit. Orals…Hm. I often wonder why, even though I have been learning it for most of my life, I struggle to string a sentence of Irish together. And then when my Irish teacher is shrieking “NA BRIATHRA NEAMHRIALTA GIRLS!” or some such at us I realise: I learned the most important structures of Irish grammar when I was in 4th class. I was 10. Now, 8 years later, I am expected to be able to just conjure it up from the foggiest of the foggy depths of my brain? Hah. Not gonna happen. What’s worse is that every teacher is absolutely shocked when we can’t remember it. Oh yes Miss, cos I go over my 4th class grammar notes daily. Sheesh.
Oh dear. This did degenerate into a complete rant. Tá brón orm.
(No really, I am sorry for this dreadfully boring post. I am currently experiencing writer’s block like you wouldn’t believe, it took me about 2 days to get this post in shape. I officially fail at blogging.)