Just keep studying… Just keep studying.

Posted: June 19, 2010 in Random Ramblings

That was a really weak attempt at a reference to finding Nemo. Does anyone remember Dory’s “Just keep swimming” song? Ya thought not, probably should find a different name.

The end is nigh! (Nearly). I now have two more exams to do in the leaving cert. Chemistry and economics. I have just five more days to go. The end is nearly in sight. I can almost see that light at the end of the tunnel.

This has been a somewhat stressful, interesting, confusing, soul-crushing, inspiring period in my life. As you can see by that, shall we say, random group of adjectives, it has been a time full of changes, good and bad.

My leaving cert cycle has seen my life turned upside down. It did not in any way, shape or form begin easily. In September of fifth year my family was confronted with tragedy. The loss of my grandmother had a much more profound effect on me than I had ever imagined it would.

Thankfully I became very close to her in the last few years of her life. It was in those years that she began to live with us. She had been living independently and alone until then but it was in her final years with us that I developed such a bond with her.

September up until Christmas was turbulent. I fell asleep in a chemistry class during the time of my grandmother’s funeral. It’s something I never had done before and never will do again. (I hope). But that time just took so much out of me. I was exhausted mentally and physically, emotionally even more so.

I suppose I could have been described as ‘lethargic’ with regards to my studies in fifth year. I don’t know what it was. Maybe I just didn’t care after all the negative events of the year, maybe it was that I never had to work hard up until then and didn’t know what hard work was! Thankfully things started to pick up in sixth year, well, I started to wake up I suppose. (No more sleeping during chemistry…) I have plans, becoming a doctor can not in fact be accomplished by going to school and playing guitar hero for the rest of the day…

So I’ve begun to motivate myself, I’ve done my exams having studied hard. I’m glad to say that they have all gone well so far. Here’s hoping for chemistry (if I can stay awake) and economics. Then it’s off for a week of cocktail drinking in Spain.

The other day I was cleaning my car and it was when I opened the small compartment next to the wheel to find all the little good luck charms that people have given me that I forgot about, that memories of my grandmother came rushing back. She was a religious woman, she wasn’t pious but had a great sense of faith. She gave me a whole array of holy relics and charms that I kept in my car. (I reckon I should take all the help I can get on the roads what with all the lunatics I have to drive with-well that and my bad depth perception). I wish that she was still here so that in August I’d be able to come home to tell her how I had done. I also found the Prefect badge that I have put there for safe keeping. That reminded me of all the things I have achieved despite the difficulties. I know she’d be proud, so the fond memories are enough.

My nana also had a great deal of faith in saints. Whenever we lost something we were always told by her to pray to St. Anthony (and then we would actually have to PAY the saint for his services… there was no point in arguing that he’s a dead man though…) I’ve taken a leaf out of her book and have been praying to a certain Saint profusely for my leaving cert.

Saint Jude. The saint of hopeless cases.

So for all you fifth years going into sixth year, all carefree and happy, enjoying your summer as us poor sixth years sit in musty, hot exam centres. You contented children awaiting oxegen who are only to delighted to rub your freedom in our faces. ABORT MISSION!!! Sixth year will be the hardest year of you life! So either be prepared or give up.

But it’s not all doom and gloom. Remember they’re dumbing the courses down every year and if all else fails pray to St. Anthony for your lost motivation.

If you’re really bad. Give St. Jude a call.


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