Leaving Cert Diary: Bono, and other unexpected eggs
Emily Kane moves through the paper and finds some good news – it suits her very well
The essays worked out well, ranging across everything from celebrity culture to peer pressure, to body image. Photograph: The Irish Times
I have spent the last year trying to delete U2’s Songs of Innocence from my iPad. Damned if I’m going to kick off my Leaving Cert with a question on Bono. I swiftly moved on to a comprehension about elderly people who don’t spam my music files.
As I moved through the paper it started to suit me. We were asked to imagine ourselves as head of the student council. I was head of the student council! We had to write a letter about organising a graduation party. I was on solid ground. On our graduation day we pranked the teachers with a very loud flash-mobbed together dance to Silento’s Watch me Whip, Watch Me Nae Nae in the main hall. I had so much to write about I didn’t finish the exam.
So much to say
With the wrongs of the world put right, I left the exam hall and navigated the nervous anxiety of the school corridors. Everyone is on the edge – laughing hysterically one minute, crying in corners the next. My friend and I left the school and went to her house for a debrief. We talked about what might come up in home ec. Definitely not eggs, we agreed. It was a grand exam, apart from the eggs.
I was surprised at the array of produce that made it into the exam hall. Bushels of fruit, full packs of biscuits, large flasks of coffee, even mugs. My little tube of fruit pastilles was gone before the invigilator had finished the first of 137 laps. Tomorrow I’m bringing a picnic, maybe one of those disposable barbecues.
When I got home I got lots of hugs. I’m in no doubt about the level of pride currently invested in me by my parents. I hope it outlasts this Leaving Cert.
Thomas Hardy is my poet of choice for Paper 2. If he comes up it might give me just the quick energy I need to propel me through the greatest challenge of Leaving Cert Irish.