You mean I have to do this for a year?

Ah, the weekend. During this time of the week is when our collective hair is let down, and for a few precious hours I can stop thinking about Plate Tectonics, Integration, and Sunningdale, and concentrate on more important things. Like what I’m wearing out, heels or no heels, whose house we’re gonna crash at, and how the hell we’re all getting back to my place. Y’know, priorities.

Unfortunately, Saturday night must come to an end, and it leads to Sunday. Sunday is a school night. Which means Monday is soon . Bad times πŸ™

So, first week is done, and to be honest it’s not awful. My previously abysmal Irish class looks like it might be on the up, which brings me much joy. Is aoibhinn liom an teanga πŸ™‚ The last two posts have both dealt with Irish, so I won’t get into it, but I’m firmly waving a Pro-Gaeilge flag. Classes are alright, studying is a strange and foreign concept but I’m adapting, and the craic is only 90 at breaks. The thought of 9 months of this is crazy though. Like, the idea of a full week starting tomorrow.. A bit scary. As I’ve mentioned, this entire thing is exhausting, and the build of of fatigue will inevitably result in a decrease in sanity. Yay!

What’s terrifying me is how damn short this year really is. My Christmas exams start in two months – did you know that Christmas is at the start of November when you’re a Sixth Year? It’s true. Then it’s but a hop, skip and a jump to the Pres, and then it all gets a bit too real for my liking. I want to get going in classes – while in some, like Maths, we’re powering on, all that’s happened in Biology, for example, is an earbashing for our grades. I got 83% and my teacher is not happy. Neither am I, but I’m a weird freakish A1 addict who hates 89%. She’s meant to give me a cookie and tell me well done. But getting back to the point, no actual Biology has been studied. Which, considering we had quite a number of “free” classes last year, is making me anxious. I know it’s early days but I want to get cracking. There’s only 270-odd days left, teeeeaaaaach me please.Β On the bright side, the terror of this has made me actually study at home, which is a previously unheard of situation. I even did my homework when I got it and not the night before it’s due.. I fear I may be grieviously ill.
A nice little aside is the magical new rules my school has subjected Junior Cycle to. According to the uniform department’s decree, the young ‘uns cannot wear make up. It’s most hilarious. Several went on “strike” by sitting in the central triangle of the school (yeah, the school’s basically triangular, a miracle of modern engineering..) and refusing to attend classes. All so they can remain firmly tangerine in colour. Gotta admire that dedication.. I think.

I shall bid you all adieu and go enjoy my last few hours of weekend. Hope everyone had as good a one as I did, and are ready to go back to the grind tomorrow πŸ™‚

4 thoughts on “You mean I have to do this for a year?”

  1. Ha wow, I would love if they introduced that rule in our school. Glad to hear someone else here is pro-Gaelge, put me down for one of those flags!

  2. It is a rather hilarious rule, it’ll be interesting to see if it’s enforced to any effective degree. I shall have to keep an eye out for some newly human faces, as opposed to Oompa Loompa coloured. You’ll have your flag in 6-8 working days πŸ™‚

  3. Ah thank you! finally someone else who is anxious about getting the course finished and who WANTS to be taught!

    1. I’m an unashamed nerd so it’s expected, but I think a good few people are coming around to that way of thinking. I live in fear of a question coming up that I’ve only just covered.

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