Six down, four to go
What a beautiful title this post has. Six exams down, just four left. You know what that means my beautiful adoring readers? I’m over the hump. Over half of my exams are done, 60% to be exact. I have just three days of exams left (sadly there’s a long gap between the penultimate and final days).
So today, a brace of compulsory subjects. Maths Paper Two and Irish Paper One. Many students drop down to ordinary level in one of these subjects, but I was too proud and stubborn ambitious and wanted to challenge myself so kept with higher level in both.
Maths first. Paper One had went well. Provided paper two wasn’t a catastrophe, I thought I’d be okay. And I was. A proof of the perpendicula distance formula? Well, since every man and his dog had predicted this, I reckon most students picked up a few easy marks there. Nothing too challenging, and I expect to pass maths (it’s my seventh subject so I just need a pass).
Irish was up next, I was worried. I joked with a friend at lunch that I had to go home and learn a whole new language within the next hour. I was decent at Irish back in the day, but the course is fairly ridiculous. I’ve studied Irish for how long? Twelve years? And French for six. Je parle le francais assez bien, ach níl mo ghaeilge go han-mhaith. (Please don’t correct my errors, English is my forté, I know). I had one essay half prepared - An Córas Sláinte (The Health System). Oh State Examinations Commission, how I love thee, you predictable little beauties! Essay option (c) - “Scannal an Chórais Sláinte in Éirinn”. Oh yes. I’ll take that one, thank you very much. I’ll rant and rave about those failures within our health system. I’ll say it’s all to do with young people, drink, drugs, pressure, exams, unhealthy food and anything else. I’ll do it all day baby. Let me tell you how it’s a disgrace, a shameful story, and that something must be done about it before it’s too late. I think every student who has learned off Irish essays will be familiar with this.
From then on it’s just comprehensions, which were pretty odd, topic-wise, but were easy enough to answer on. This was the first exam I left early.
The aural was nothing to celebrate, but nothing to mourn either. Wasn’t too bad, but those god-forsaken Ulster accents will be the death of me. Just say “Conas atá tú?”, and be done with this “Go dté mar atá sibh” or whatever the hell they say. To make matters worse, the last guy on the tape had Ulster Irish, and an adolescent-sounding voice that gave the impression it was going to break at any second. Like the squeaky-voiced teen in the Simpsons. I seemed to be the only one to notice this though. Obviously this is everyone else being foolish and failing to observe the obvious, and not me over-analysing. Yeah?
Tomorrow - Irish paper two. Argh! A revolting paper. Little bits of silly poems about how much culchie poets hate the city. Just because there are more than 8 people living here doesn’t mean it’s worse. Sometimes I don’t mind that I don’t know every person I see. And Cathal O Searcaigh - Should I go there? No, it’s been done to death. (Must…resist…)
Ah well, I’m going to stick to my usual methods of exam preparation that’ve gotten me by these past few days. Watch Euro 2008 all day then go to study and berate myself for leaving it all so late. Then go to bed in the wee hours of the morning, still pumped of caffeine. It’s a beautiful life, nach bhfuil?
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