To quote the little old women at my bus shelter, “It comes earlier and earlier every year”. Okay, so they were talking about Christmas and I would normally complain too about the early arrival of everything Christmas-related but not this year. Everyone seems so down and out about the Budget and just the state of the country in general that I say, why not talk about Christmas? I don’t know about you all but for me I can think of no happier time. Two weeks off school (even longer this year though), mouth-watering food, busy shops, a nice cosy fire at home…Okay, snap back to reality Ciara before you break into song. What I was trying to say when I started writing this (yes, would you believe that this actually leads to something exam related?) was that while I have no problems discussing Christmas now, I think it’s too soon to start talking about about Christmas Tests. The sad thing is, the Christmas Tests are before Christmas. Crap.

Yeah, the second we arrived back last week the teachers started calling out prescribed chapters for the exams and before you know it, everyone has made study timetables and Granny has started lighting the candles for them at mass. I’m sat here wondering where to start with all my study…Times like this I’d really like a crystal ball. Or a photographic memory. Maybe if I get Granny to light an extra big candle I might get one of the two. I think a trip to the library is in order this weekend, without my friends in tow because let’s just say they make it hard to study…ever play Hide and Seek in a library? I have. I need to finish the second draft of my History RSR anyway.

In other news, we got our Drémires this week. I know, the fun never stops in my life! For anyone who doesn’t know, it’s like a mini Irish book with essays and grammar tips, etc., aimed at LC students. It’s handy but I find the comprehensions too complex. I’ll stick to my Foinses for the most part, thank you very much. My French teacher advised our class to pick our documents for the oral in the coming two weeks. Is she serious? The oral is months away! I don’t know what to pick, any ideas? I was thinking of a picture from the Gaeltacht but I just know that’ll put me in the Irish language state of mind that I really have to avoid, considering it’s a test of French. She said it could be a picture of anything but the other class’ teacher told them it really should be French-related, so they’re all picking French movies (the same one) and French celebrities. Unfortunately I’m not as absorbed in the culture, although I like croissants (cliché much?).

I’m going to start studying in a few minutes (I promise) and then reward myself with some TV. The Apprentice- I’m addicted! And I do Business so it’s practically educational.

I noticed my blog was gathering a bit of dust. Overall Christmas exams went surprisingly well. Kinda gave me a false sense of security more than anything else if truth be told. Especially English where I had to write a short story. (Just give you a lil extract from it)

—- He still felt as if he was looking back towards the dead dog, remembering the moment at which he realised that the eyes were no longer blinking, and he recognised his own reflection in the dark little eyes that looked like the shiny carapaces of a couple of dead little beetles.

Who knew I could write such compelling literachore (wahhhayyy – say no more, say no more). On a serious note though a few tears actually escaped as I was writing this. Hadn’t cried like that since 911 or Apollo Creed dying in Rocky 4.

Had a pretty hectic first week off what with ‘ushering’ my English cousin around town. Felt like a translator the whole day.
Common exclamations included “Ah Jaysus!”, Wat’s de Story, bud?” (which is taken to mean “How are you, my friend?”). ”Wudja looka dat foockin eejit over dare” (”Would you glance upon that young man over there”).

Also had to purchase a suit. More business opposed to pleasure. Should have known what I was getting myself into when I went to the suitable company to get one. Word on the street is it was going to be a law firm before they noticed the pun.

Was fitted by one of those creepy goblin like things that always seems to get a job in the clothing department. Had a grin so cheesy on him you could melt it on toast. Spent a good part of an hour listening to his rehearsed TV catch lines “Oh suits you sir, suits you”. God I hate this place.

And finally managed to get a pretty convincing fake id. Still looks like a real fisher price effort but I suppose it beats my drivers license that officially states that I’m 17.

That’s about all I have to say. Prob won’t post again till the next full moon but ye never know. Tty’sl8r