The Library is my Lover.

Friday began like every other school day- with a tired cranky Jennie being dragged out of bed just before 7am. It also ended just like every other day should- with a drunken Jennie drinking tea in her kitchen with friends, after a great night out seeing one of my favourite bands, Delorentos, for almost the 20th time (or thereabouts).
Overall, though, Friday was a bit of a different day, mainly in that I only stayed in school for about 10 minutes. Good times.

It seemed to have all the signs of a regular day at first- rushing to the bus stop at the very last minute, legging it onto the bus breakfast-less, stressing out about the fact that I’m way behind for this Leaving Cert thing yet lacking the ability to force myself to actually do more work, generally whining, whinging and ranting. Y’know, the usual.
As soon as my friend and I trudged off the bus, however, things took a turn for the better. Well, maybe not for the better, but they took a turn anyway. That much was true.

Instead of heading into school straight away, myself and my good dear, favourite fellow repeatee took a detour into town for an aimless wander, or perhaps some coffee. “We’ll go in my second class, surely”, we told ourselves. To cut a very long story short, 2 hours later, on a complete caffeine high,  we found ourselves  in Topshop- where, another of the select few female repeats was also to be found. Repeat LC-ers motivation is such a force to be reckoned with!

The general consensus reached was that school is horrible. It’s awful, it sucks and we’re all very much so fed up of it at this stage.
Sure, there was no point going in at that stage, we told ourselves. We’d be wasting our time. We’d just be sitting around in classes, clenching our jaws, hating the world.

We’re young, intelligent, enthusiastic, great young people, and we knew there just had to be something more to do that day. Something exciting. Something exhilarating. Something out of this woooorld!

However, when myself and my aforementioned darling of a fellow repeat and I pooled our money together, we had about €5 left, so our options for the day were pretty meagre. Did we really want to bother going into school now, at this stage? No.
I’d already missed Maths class- why else would I bother nearing the building?
I had a return bus ticket, so I could’ve just gone home. But then I’d have to explain to my parents that I’m a mess. A waster, An idiot. A disgrace. An embarrassment. An outright humiliation.
It was even beginning to drizzle somewhat, so we couldn’t just sunbathe in the park or something. (Not that I’ve ever done that, but if I’d wanted to, I’m afraid it just wouldn’t have been a viable option.)

There was only one thing left to consider- The library.
This too was flawed, in that we didn’t really have an awful lot of books with us as they were, y’know, sealed in our lockers. In school. Where we didn’t appear to be.

A quick trip to our lockers was called for.
We strolled casually towards the school, went in nonchalant as you like, visited the lockers (Which, unfortunately for us, are located outside the Principal’s office and adjacent to the staff room) and filled our bags to our heart’s content.
Colour co-ordinated, immaculately organised folders, anyone?
Then, back into town we went, to the library. Content as you like. Laughing at how cool we were.

I LOVE the library in Waterford. Love it.
I actually get plenty of work done there, because nobody’s forcing me to. It’s not like a free class where there’s always going to be a bit of messing and a teacher urging you to study “because there’s only DAYS until the exams!” If you want to get up and go for a stroll around for a few minutes, you can just leave. If you feel like studying whilst listening to music, you can stick in your headphones without being glared at. If it takes you an hour to learn 4 pages of Stair na Gaeilge off perfectly, then that’s alright. Nobody’s nagging at you to speed up or anything.
There’s nobody around asking you “How’s the study going?”- because if one more person asks me that, I WILL punch them in the face.
It’s great.

I spent several hours there- with only a one hour break off in the middle to go shopping for Tit Tape. And to eat and stuff, but, primarily, to buy tit tape. A lot of things are just more important than revision, like ensuring the dress you’re planning to wear out on Saturday night won’t cause you to reveal yourself to the world.

I’m thinking that’s going to be my main plan from now on- Take the bus down to school every day, let onto my parents I’m assiduous and diligent, and showing up for classes- but chill out in the library.
I’m such a rebel for mitching off school to go study in the library. Sometimes I just wonder…

There’s really nothing better than the beautiful, beautiful library.
I got plenty done, a lot more than what I did on Saturday & Sunday combined (Literally, nothing).
Tomorrow though, apparently, I have to go in to get a “Year Photo” taken.
And, apparently also, I have to wear black shoes.
Navy ones will have to do. I’m such a rebel, messing with the system all the time.
At this stage in the year, I just really want to mess around with things, even in the slightest way to get my thrills.
Honestly, I must be seething with anger, frustration and stress deep deep down. Probably. I’m waiting for it to surface.

Anyway, as you can probably tell from this post, I’m totally jittery. I’ll calm myself down a bit before I update again! Just wanted to let you all know that I’ve degenerated almost fully now, and am slowly but surely spiralling downwards, into a pit of doom. It’s nearly 1.30am- I should be sleeping, not blogging!

23 thoughts on “The Library is my Lover.”

  1. How’s the stud– OW YOU BITCH THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR!

    Hehe, tit tape. The things gals have to worry about…
    (Didju coin that phrase yourself?)

    I’ve been to a few libraries recently. Not really my thing. They never have the book you want, and the atmosphere is just… oppressive. I can’t concentrate when it’s too quiet, especially when there’s people around. Makes me antsy, like I’m being watched/listened to. (‘Cause, I mean, nobody’d be able to resist the urge to stop and stare. I’m so captivating…)

  2. Oh don’t even talk to me about How’s the study? Or are you all set? Or sure you’ll get on grand won’t you?

    Study is going badly. No I’m not all set. And no, it doesn’t look like I’m going to get on grand. I’m pretending it’s not happening so if you could kindly STFU, that would be good.

    Never set foot in a library in my life. It’d take me longer to get to the nearest library than I’d probably spend in it anyway. Meh.

  3. In stark contrast to Jennie’s crazy rebellious sojourn to the librorium, I spent approx 3 hours today eating ice cream in a playground. DURING CLASS TIME.

    Woo! Leaving Cert!

  4. Emerald- Tit Tape is not, unfortunately, an original. The lady in boots didn’t understand what we were on about until we said “Boob Tape” though…

    Aoife: Exxxxxxxactly.
    Just punch them in the face. RIGHT between their stupid, foolish eyes.

    Liam: S’How it’s done. I salute you!

  5. Hi Jenny,

    And all the other bloggers! Just wanted to say keep up the good work! And best of luck to you!

    It was very refreshing to read such eloquent and witty English for a change 😉 Yours truly is a lecturer at a small German university and she found your blog by pure accident. Being soooo old, I can barely remember the LC, but I think it was fairly okay. Still remember my other exam, of course, so I can understand your attitude. COMPLETELY.

    I’m basically “the enemy” (teacher) so I have to correct an awful lot of dreadful English in the compulsory examination papers of my students. Okay, so I set the papers, but it’s still a pain to have to read what these people write. (Wrote the following comment on a recent paper: Vincent, where did you learn English?)

    So keep up the good work Jennie.

    Best of luck,

    Cath

  6. Dya know i think you’ve got the right idea! Sometimes i seriously think I could have learnt more if I’d not gone to school and done a few hours work than gone in and spent half the time moaning and the other half revising stuff in class that I already know!!

    I salute you and your “sticking it to the man”!!

  7. Its so easy to go on the hop these days! Last week we walked past our year head and he said howya lads as we were getting in my car to drive off at about 12, blatently obvious! 😀

    If theres a joy to school its the amount of stuff we get away with at the moment!

  8. Orla:
    Yeah, I hear that all the time. What’ll be next? 😛

    Cathy:
    First off, that uni looks extrememly cool. A facility just dedicated to Applied SCIENCES!? Nyom.
    Thanks for all the best wishes and lovely compliments, I’m gushing, honestly!

    Aoife:
    Thanking you!
    It’s so true though, the amount of work I get done studying away in my own time is astronomical compared to what I get done in school. Granted, I don’t do that much- but anything’s better than just sitting around in classes, revising the very basics. Sigh.

    Good for you Liam. Good for you.

  9. “There’s nobody around asking you “How’s the study going?”- because if one more person asks me that, I WILL punch them in the face.”
    So, so true.

    Also “So…. you feeling stressed yet?!” – I wouldn’t mind this one, only they usually have this silly smile on their faces, like I should be stressed, which just pisses me off more.

    “Hows the study going?” – I usually just send them an evil look.

    “So, how are you?” – JUST LEAVE ME ALONE BITCH!!!!!!!

  10. Oh Maria, you gettttt-meh.
    I wish everyone would just leave me the hell alone.

    Another question that’s driving me insane which everyone asks (Especially after I explain to them all that I’m a lazy idiot) is “What are you going to do if you don’t get medicine so?” Like, everyone. Everyone everyone.
    There reaches a point when it’s not just out of curi-freakin-osity any more.

    Fuck off, and stop having so little faith in me. Cunts.
    If one more person asks me THAT question, they’re getting shanked.

  11. jennie,u have serious issues go see a shrink! medicine doesn’t want people with psychotic attitudes who r stressed really really really really easy easily. u lack the composure and mindset to even consider what medicine entails. how r u going to react in a situation where somebody’s life is hovering on the abyss of the unknown? i bet ur gonna freak out like the weirdo that u r. if u got it u would be a disgrace to us practicing doctors who are not psychotic!!

  12. I’m with Liam. You’ve changed. Now the only cool thing you’ve got going for you is the latent ultraviolent hostility. Put away the books and the prisoncraft shivs and embrace the LOVE!

  13. What the FUCK “semen”?
    I don’t tend to get abusive too often, but quite frankly you can just go fuck off.
    You don’t think I should study medicine because, according to this blog, I dislike school? Enjoy going to the library? Drink a lot of coffee?
    Please.
    I’d say you’re certainly a practicing doctor alright. Because, like, all practicing doctors spell like that.
    And as for stress- I mentioned NOTHING about stress here. In fact, I described how I was feeling overly relaxed, and gave examples of this attitude.

    Anyway, Emerald, Liam, as you can both surely tell- I’m full of love at the moment.

  14. Oh wow, I didn’t even see Semen’s comment before. That’s weird.

    Unless Jennie stuck it in herself so she’d have something to shout at…

  15. Must be! College exams are on all over the place at the moment too, maybe that’s Se-“I’m better than you”-men’s problem if it’s not directly LC related.

  16. I looove the Library, best place ever for people watching….especially the UL one….sport science section is my favorite! 😉

  17. There’s Topshop in Waterford? I always thought instead of a High Street there’s fields, and instead of fields there’s bog

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