Finding the toilet was my next endeavour.

Sorry folks about the leave of absence I have taken during the last while. There was a saddening death in the family and it really took a lot out of me. I’m grand now though so it’s all good. 🙂 I feel the need to explain my title as it is kind of an in-class joke. It is my English teachers example of us overcomplicating our language in our essays. I think it’s quite hilarious. A lot has happened in the last few weeks with the majority of them worth about 60% of my Leaving Cert. I also did post last week but a technical error deleted half my post without saving so I had to rewrite.

Geography Field Trip: Last Wednsday, sixty of us made the long trek up to Enniskerry, Co. Wicklow to do the Geography study worth 20% of our Leaving Cert. The topic: transportation and deposition in a fluvial enviroment. Literally: brought up the country and thrown in a river with various measuring equipment. Naturally, a few guys thought it only necessary to dress up as farmers, wellies and paddy caps included. These same people also jumped to wear the green waders supplied and soon the place was swarming with a small Teletubbie army. Velocity, rocks, gradient and soil was measured and we then “got the hell out of there”. Teachers words.

Highlight of the day: One guy getting in over his depth resulting in water seeping into his waders. Well done, Chris. And also the predictable hot leader that we all fawned over and turned green when we found we weren’t in his group. Grr.

Worst point: Leader guy trying to teach me how to find a grid reference. “I’m in sixth year. Do you think I don’t know that?” I get really b*tchy when I’m angry. Sorry.

Newgrange: Part of our Art History(which I love) course, Newgrange was a bit of a let down. I thought it was…cleaner. The guide thought she was all that, telling us things we already learned in class. Sheesh. Yes, we know the white quartz came in boats 70 miles south in Co. Wicklow, thanks. We were supposed to go to the National Mueseum but it would have to be closed on the day we came. ‘Twas funny. 🙂 Instead, we got a longer length of time in the National Gallery where we were followed around by the “inconspicuous” guard. Honestly, stop glaring daggers, I dropped my worksheet, I didn’t  sneeze on The Taking of Christ. Goddaaa.

Highlight: The 1800s graffiti in Newgrange passages and McDonalds Caramel Sundae.

Worse point: Someone farted while we were in the chamber and all the symbols are near eroded. 🙁

Higher Options: This anyone else go to this crap in the RDS? What a joke! They didn’t have any prospectuses for UCC or Edinburough! Honestly. Grrrr. And all the stalls started packing up around half one. We didn’t leave until half three. What a boring day.

Highlight: Drawing lewd pictures on our free Irish Times outside the Four Seasons to escape boredom.

Worse point: I wasted 20 euro on that.

My schedule: Not worth anything in my Leaving Cert but I seem to be doing the same thing every week now.

Monday to Friday = School + Study

Friday night = Watch my friends get twisted and laugh while taking pictures for facebook and sipping milk (I love it.  Don’t judge, I don’t drink alcohol.) at an 18th or 21st party in someone’s house.

Saturday morning = Dead tired, I get up to go study in the library for six hours.

Saturday night = Watch X-Factor in someone’s house.

Sunday = Mass + Last minute homework + Dinner

And so the process starts all over again. I can do this. For now.

Mid-term next week guys, have a good one. Serious study for me. But I’ll entertain myself with my new Sherlock season 1 that came in the post today (Martin Freeman for Bilbo! :D). And live by my new favourite poem. “The Road Not Taken” by You Know Who. Can’t wait to do him as our next and last poet. Bye bye bland Boland!

“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,

I took the one less travelled by,

And that has made all the difference.” 😀



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