Blissful liberation now that first exam is under my belt
Published 04/06/2015 | 02:30
Hope is wriggling into me, in the same way that the classic Leaving Cert sunshine is shouldering its way through the rain clouds. Now that the first-exam ice has broken, everything feels a little more possible.
I pulled on my stiffly starched convent uniform yesterday morning and thought about how prim and intimidating it used to seem. Now it's just a worn relic, a Babygro that we're all slightly embarrassed to be seen in outside of school.
However, thanks to the economical minds of Irish mammies, it's still a size too big on me.