As much as I’d like to say it went fantastically, I actually have no idea how I did in my French oral. I think it went well, but that sense of hope and happiness might have come from the fact that the thing was over. I was probably less prepared for my Irish, and I’m sure that went well. I did bring in an Obama document, a splendid photo of himself and Michelle outside the Lincoln Memorial which I ripped from The Guardian last January. The examiner seemed delighted that I had a document, it seems that most of my year didn’t, and was eager to talk about it. Luckily she didn’t ask anything nasty, just the basics to get me talking. I didn’t mess up hugely, I think, maybe a few grammatical errors but nothing major…oh well it’s said and done now.
As for the Easter Holidays, I was so completely and utterly exhausted last week that I fell into these two weeks “off” with a smile on my face. I was running purely on caffeine for the oral, and was a tad jumpy because of it. As I do economics outside of school (I do six subjects in school) my pre is taking place tomorrow morning…it should be interesting. So this week “off” has been dominated by micro-economics, who knows what joys next week holds?! I’m loving the realisation that my/our school days are finally drawing to a close. A mere six weeks and classes are over, a few more and the leaving cert is over. Way back in September the ‘Leaving Cert’ seemed like the most ominous and imposing entity since the beginning of time…not so much now. That being said I don’t need 600 points, but I do think that half the battle is surviving this far. The exams themselves will be exhausting and all that but these have been a thoroughly shitty seven months for me, and I’m glad that I’ll never have to repeat them again. I WILL never have to repeat them again. If I contract some deadly disease next June then I’ll just move to Greece and make a living as a baker. Or maybe I won’t, since deadly diseases are usually fatal.
Whether you’re spending the Easter Holidays locked up in some grind school, in front of the books with glazed eyes and a gaping mouth or, god forbid, actually studying, do try and enjoy them.