Procrastination is the art of keeping up with yesterday”, or so said Don Marquis. Well, Mr Marquis, story of my life. I spent the better part of sixth year mastering the art of procrastination. I could put off anything -homework, housework, study – like a pro. Bad idea. Procrastination and the Leaving Cert go together like Fianna Fáil and the Green Party – seems like a good idea to some at the time, but in the end this combination just doesn’t work out.
Hello, I’m Sinéad and, as you may have guessed, I’m repeating the Leaving Cert. I’m also taking it seriously this time. My last attempt at the Leaving Cert didn’t work out very well (and I’m not referring to the Paper Two fiasco!). I failed to comprehend the basic ‘formula’ that best represents this exam: success = study x time. There is nothing, let me tell you, that will engrain that formula onto your brain like sitting in a state exam not knowing how to answer any of the questions in front of you. It’s horrific.
My experience of sixth year was slightly odd. It never really hit me that I was doing the Leaving Cert. I felt no panic or need to study/work. Not in the run up to the mocks, not during the orals, not even the night before the English Paper One. Therefore, the two weeks I spent sitting my exams were, for want of a better term, a period of self-preservation. It was too late for dazzling results, so I opted to try not to fail anything. Intense cramming and 5am starts were involved, though I spent more time doing most of my exams then I spent studying for them. Not something I’m proud of.
I suppose now I should tell you what this last-minute approach resulted in. Well, 450 points*, actually. Not a score to be ashamed of at all. It got me my fifth choice in the first round offers – Law and Business in Maynooth. Looking back now, I didn’t put my CAO choices in the right order. My seventh choice, Economics and Politics in UCD, appealed to me more than numero five. (Ain’t hindsight grand?)
How many people have you heard of have repeated their Leaving Cert because they were five points off? I was five points off. Not five points short, mind; I had five points too many. Bitter pill to swallow.. Anyway, mistakes were made, lessons learned, etc, etc. I now know not to take the Leaving Cert too lightly. Yes, it’s not the be-all-and-end-all it’s made out to be at time, but it is important. Just as important is the CAO, which coincidentally I’m now totally unsure of, but perhaps there’ll be more ranting on that at a later date.
I’m a week into sixth year take two at my new school. It’s actually an all boys’ school (though obviously they let girls repeat there, I didn’t just wander in). I have become one of my good friend’s personal heroes because of this small detail. I don’t really see how it’s a big deal, but then again I went to a mixed school before this and she went to a convent all girls’ one. I offered to trade her for her college place and I’m pretty sure she was very nearly tempted..
I’m doing the same seven delightful (does sarcasm come across well in print?) subjects again: English, Irish, Maths, French, History, Economics and Physics. Repetition coupled with some courses changes and a new history project await me. Bring it on, I say. This time next year, hopefully both you and I shall be off in the big sch-moke, having the time of our lives. Here’s hopin’..
*Luck and generally jammy-ness played a significant part. I do NOT recommend following my hideous example! Besides, getting good points from cramming came back to bite me..karma’s a beach.