A Sincere Apology and a First Post
”Rainbows apologise for rainy skies.”
To start off, I must apologize for not writing sooner. That sounds like the first line of every letter I wrote to my American pen-pal, before our postal correspondence fizzled out three years ago. Not the point. Following the button on the internet box button breaking, and listening to a total of seven hours (between the household) of, ”all of our agents are currently on call; please hold and your call will be answered in rotation” a new internet box arrived. A day later, a big bad virus downloaded onto the computer, which I have repeatedly insisted I had nothing to do with - however, the family still blames me. We only got the computer part of the computer (as you can see, I don’t have the technical words ”down”) back today, ”fully functioning and 100% in good health” we were told. Let’s see how long that lasts for. Enough excuses. Now, I ask you to accept my most sincere apology for not assuming my blogging role sooner.
In the entry I submitted for a position as a blogger, I came across as a bit of a study-aholic, one of those people you see with a biology book first thing in the morning and begging the study supervisor for ”just five more minutes, please” at the end of the day. I could now deny this and try to convince you that I really am the most super-cool, laid-back person you will ever have the pleasure of meeting. But I won’t. I stand proud with a geometry set in one hand and a Fench vocabulary copy in the other. That’s a little bit about me, for now. As The Terminator, I think, said, I will be back. I’ll write soon, I promise. Coincidentally, that is how my letters always ended.
Even though I am determined to do well in the leaving, I am unbelievably apathetic about the whole studying issue, and so I’m not one of those enviable, dedicated students who spent the Christmas break studying. That being said, the time has come when even I’m admitting that it’s time to get ‘back’ to studying. It’s not a very inviting prospect. Today is the 1st of the January, the first day of a new year, a fresh start, a great time to turn over a new leaf and all that. Pffft. In an effort to motivate myself, I wandered over to examinations.ie where I found this years exam timetable. (
In the last two weeks the girls in my year have divided themselves into two groups: there are those who trudge around the corridors moaning “I’m tooooo siiiiiiiick to be in school” and shivering, and there are those wandering the corridors looking paranoid and clutching tissues and garlic (nobody has the heart to tell them garlic only fights vampires and cholesterol, not colds, but sure maybe it has a placebo effect) scared of catching something. I’m in the second group, if there’s a cold going round I’m bound to catch it so I’ve been very wary, knocking back vitamin drinks like Jaegerbombs in the hopes to stay healthy.
I seem to complain an awful lot, there’s absolutely no denying that. So what’s “grinding my gears” this evening? Well, umm, the weather actually.
It appears that my somewhat pessimistic views aren’t shared by the majority of the population. Which is a pitty, the leaving cert has won, people are thinking like the board of education wants you to think. It annoys me greatly how thousands of potentially great minds are being destroyed by this circus.