Blissful liberation now that first exam is under my belt
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.