Who can really say that Irish is a farce. One week ago, in the midst of my glorius midterm break I imagined myself in the Irish oral examination.
“Dia dhuit, agus cad is ainm duit”
“oh crap, here we go”
But after a week of mock orals, I have gained a certain confidence and perhaps a love the language. I don’t know why, I mean – I’m useless.
I guess I found it nice to be able to speak the native tongue. I have come across students who have learned off full extracts on “Dustin the turkey goes to the Eurovision” and “Bertie: the no longer Taoiseach”. But I much prefer to be laid back about it and talk about what I actually am familiar with in a way I am familiar with, It keeps me sane in the exam. And I do not actually hate the language even after the strenuous exam I’m about to go horribly bad in. I am ranting!
I have not done a thing this week in terms of study. My mocks were a disgrace. I am a study virgin. I can’t do it, I detest the whole school thing. Now I find in looking back over my past six years of secondary level education there has been good times. The whole school thing becomes sentimental when it’s all over… despite the fair grades. The cliché comes to mind – “school days are the best days of your life”. Memories of me laughing that one off last year!
My current mission is to enjoy every minute of what I have left and of course have a good go at the study and infamous examinations! Good times have past, better times to come!
Go n-eirí an bothar leat! 😉
Colin.