End in sight but three more sweltering days to go
Published 17/06/2014 | 02:30
THREE days to go. Three long, sweltering, strenuous days. I'm at the stage now where I wish I could jump into a time machine and stop Transition Year Ellie from making her Leaving Cert subject choices.
I would have grabbed my naive self by the scruff of the neck and shook some much-needed sense into her. Do you want to be sitting in your room calculating terms of trade, while you can almost smell the good times wafting from the beach just a few miles away?
Do you want to be stuck listening to Mozart on repeat while your peers are singing along to chart hits in the night club? Well then for the love of all that's holy, do not pick music and economics. But I've made my bed now so I must sleep in it, or study in it even.
The weekend was truly grim. My room has become a graveyard of books, devoid of any purpose after their exam has been completed.
All the folders, exam papers and refill pads lie like a silent memorial to the trees that were struck down for them. All has been rendered useless, apart from the few books that still need to memorised before tomorrow.
For most of the weekend, I remained a hermit. If there's something that I have a mental block against, it's faking enthusiasm.
Instead of facing friends who are giddy with holiday excitement, it's easier not to face them at all.
Instead, I've adopted the guise of a reclusive monk. I get up early, so I don't tune my body clock into a summer schedule yet. I only speak to those who are living the same enclosed life, and I spend the rest of my time studying my scriptures. The similarities are uncanny, apart from the haircut of course.
Luckily, the countdown is ticking close to zero with many a senor/senorita taking the Spanish exam today before the budding chemists check in during the afternoon.
For me, it's my last day of thumb twiddling before I head back into the fun tomorrow. At this stage, my pool of Leaving Cert friends is running low, which will directly influence my motivation levels.
Thankfully it is only three more days. The end is is nigh friends, the end is nigh.
Ellie Walsh is a pupil at Ard Scoil na nDéise, Dungarvan, Co Waterford