So, my Ag Science class finally reconvened last night, and since Ag Science is an epic subject I was suitably delighted. Reasons for its epicness are twofold, one being that I’m an out and proud bogger. My nickname is Kitty, that should give you fair indication. Yeah, I know I live in Cork, and sadly …
I’m guessing that exams didn’t just spring into being at the beginning of time, in all their soul crushing glory. Somewhere down the line, some miserable aul sod must’ve seen a group of young people and thought to himself ‘Bah, they’re all too cheerful, this will never do….I know, Iet’s herd them into a room …
Since I started 6th year, I’ve morphed into a granny. I’ve developed a penchant for falling asleep in front of Emmerdale, and hot milk before bed (tea would just keep me up, wouldn’t want that now). I’ve started to use such phrases as ‘Can feel an aul chill in the evenings now, summer’s definitely over’. …
Well lads, I survived. First proper week of this Leaving Cert thingy. I’m still in one piece, the family’s still in one piece, the cat’s still strutting around on all four legs….think I can count this week as a success. And I’ve pretty much settled in now. That is to say, any novelty there ever …
Seriously. Stop wasting precious time in my Tuesday schedule with your uselessness. Just go away, you’re not wanted. I despise everything about this wretched subject, from that hideous tracksuit we’re forced to wear all day (maroon and navy stripes, how very tasteful indeed), to that one eejit who thinks we’re an Olympic training squad, rather …