That my social life will be in shreds by next June.
Seriously, who’s idea was it to put any kind of decent event on during sixth year?! It just leads to way too much guilt.. I was out last night (Funclody ftw 😉 ) & then went back to a house party and it was a good night. But for the first while, I won’t lie – all I could think was ‘I should be studying now.’ How sad is that?! This little voice was just going “Bahaha you’re going to faaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiillllllllllll. Say hello to NG. No more parties for you!” But that voice was soon silenced.. Playing Kings has that effect!
Honestly though for some reason, I did no homework or study on Friday night. Saturday was out of the question, because I just can’t work during the day.. Not when there’s wardrobe decisions to be made! I was at the All Ireland today and I actually brought A Thig Na Tit Orm with me in case I got a chance to study but um. Fat chance. We were actually in Co Wicklow when the car messed up. So we had to turn back around, drive back to.. my house. (Maybe putting the exact address online isn’t smart) and consider the option. But we just used James’s (crap, embarrassing, little red tractor of a) car. So learning Na Abairtí Ginearalta wasn’t really on my mind. Just to add.. ALL IRELAND CHAMPIONS!!! WOO!! Okay that’s out of my system. So I slept on the way home, only stopping for a yummy Maccy D’s 😀 and it is now 23:12 and I have a letter to write for English, German oral work, study for Irish and two Applied Maths exam questions to do. BUT I have it worked out. I’ll learn the irish on the bus. I’ll do my english now, and then maybe german. One of the lads informed me I brought the wrong A.M. questions home, so I’ll do that tomorrow.. The rest of the class got an extra six questions but I left to play a match, delighted! So obviously, I’m sorted. In all the time it’s taken me to write this & come up with that plan I could be finished all that work, but.. Nah.
But the point of this was to complain about social things in sixth year. This week, I’m babysitting both Thursday & Friday (with school Friday) and going to an 18th Saturday. Saturday two weeks is another 18th, with maybe another in between. Three of my friends are turning 18th right before the mocks, and one during the LC. My birthday is the night of graduation, and my godmother’s hen night & wedding are in June. WHO DECIDED WE SHOULD ALL TURN EIGHTEEN THIS YEAR? Unsound lads, unsound.
So now, hi-ho, tis off to do some work I go. I miss sleeping..
It’s so horrible and paradoxical that the year where it’s easiest to have an awesome social life is also the only year where you’ll hate yourself for having an awesome social life. Maybe we’re subconsciously trying to sabotage each other’s Leaving Certs? (Crap, now I’ll be giving people a shifty you’re-trying-to-mess-with-my-points-aren’t-you look whenever they invite me to anything.)
It’s so horrible. One of the best weekends in months, and instead of recounting tales of hilarity and messiness, it’s all doom and gloom about the intense lack of study that occurred.
I know, seriously I was told ‘sixth year is like first year, with more of a social life’ but I never felt this guilty in first year! Everytime we talk about something that happened this weekend, someone then goes “But now I’m so screwed for that test..”
Naoise, that’s a brilliant idea! I now have a new incentive to invite people out..