Hi all!
Ok, I know it’s been ages since I last wrote a blog so today, I decided to get my ass into gear. I have finally started to make progress on my study! It took a while to actually force myself to sit down and open a book instead of telling myself “ah sure it’ll be graaand! I’ll do it later”…unfortunately later never seemed to come.
So, the mocks (yeah, I know they were a while back!) gave me a good kick up the thòn. 390 out of 5 subjects…not too bad but I need to improve by 100 points. My course is 405 but I’m aiming for 500 in case I decide to go to Maynooth or Dublin instead of Limerick. I Decision making is not really a natural skill for me. My future plans seem to change drastically every 5 hours these days but I’m sure that eventually I’ll get it figured out.
I dropped Irish this year, Thank God! I couldn’t face having to sit another oral this year after the disaster that was french. I’m still cringing when I think about it. I was first in on Friday morning. You would really think that I would have spent the previous night and that morning studying, but, no….I was too cocky. Y’see this year, my french has quite improved and as the examiner wasn;t asking the hard-hitting questions, I decided to wing it.. I’d go in there and wow her with my wonderful french vocab and pronounciation and I’d get an A in My Leaving Cert French and everything would be great!
These positive thoughts remained with me as I sat outside the room, laughing and joking with not a bit of french to be revising with me. I was cool, calm and collected. That was until the door opened and I was called in. Immediately, I thought of what would happen if I ran. I don’t know why but it was my first reaction to get the hell out of there! But I didn’t. I sat down and she began to talk to me. She spoke in french and I stared at her terrified.
I signed the roll thingimajig and she pressed the button. She told me to tell her about myself. So I started with the usual stuff of my name, age, family and then that was it. My mind went completely blank. She asked me questions and I had to force her into a horrible game of charades with her trying to mime what she was trying to ask me. I was still really confused. She asked me what I wanted to do next year. Study journalism in UL, I told her. I should have shut up then but I went on to tell her I worked as a journalist for two years.
I realised what I said. She looked at me confused…I’m only 17 and I am apparently an experienced journalist…I then had to elaborate about a job I never had. I silently begged her to leave me alone about it now. Then she asked my what I did on Easter Holidays. The first time I didn’t hear her, the second time I didn’t know what paques was and the five or six times she asked my again, she had to tell me in English. What did I do on my Easter holidays?? Nothing. So I shrugged and said “J’etudie.” (I don’t know if I even spelt that right.)
Then, she asked me what I was going to do during the summer. I replied I hope to work. She asked as what and to this I had no answer in french. So, I had an instant thought, french accent on an english word, they’d have to give a girl marks for trying. Except my french accent is worse than Gerard Butler’s irish accent in PS I love you which meant that when I replied waitressing, it came out sounding Japanese. It was her turn to look at me blankly and that ended it. The longest 12 minutes of my life.
I ran out the door as soon as (I hope!) she told me it was over. The initial high of it all being over was great. It was only later when I thought about it I realised how awful it truly was. My dislike for French has now definitely bcome even more immense. But on the polus side my history project is completely finished!! So all I have to focus on now is the written exams in, what, six weeks now?
Seriously, cannot wait until June 23rd!!
Bonne chance!