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I went up to college on the train this morning for my Poetry exam. It was OK; I wrote about Romanticism and Seamus Heaney. Actually I think I may have done quite well! :) My last exam is on Thursday, and this exam is so worrying that I will not discuss it here any further.
It was the windiest day ever. Sinead K and I were struggling along the path when suddenly I got blown off it onto the football field; Sinead looked over and yelled, 'What are you doing in the field?!' LOL.
Before I caught my train home I went into the pub to see Liam and Bryan, who'd been having their dinner there; they were in the middle of sticky toffee pudding. They asked me if I wanted to share and I went off to get a spoon. When I came back they had bought me my own dessert and said, 'Happy nineteenth birthday!' (It's not for another week, though.) Those guys are the sweetest!
On the platform I found Martha, who had missed her train to Dublin. She asked me if Bryan and Liam had said anything to me about going to Paris. Yes, PARIS. In June! When I was on the train I phoned Bryan to see what the story is with that; he had forgotten to tell me, and immediately went off on a spiel about Paris and a group of us getting an apartment for a few nights and cheap flights on Ryan Air. I asked him if he'd thought this through, because of Ryan Air's unfortunate tendency to land its passengers fifty miles away from their destination. He promised me we'll discuss this properly on Wednesday night, when I'm up in Maynooth again. Well, I'm certainly up for it, but why do I think nothing will come of this?
Hepsi was on my train and we jabbered away the whole way home. I love Hepsi, I hardly see enough of her.
So that was my day: long, tiring, cold, windy and quite pleasant, even the exam bit. Good to be in my jammies, though!
It was the windiest day ever. Sinead K and I were struggling along the path when suddenly I got blown off it onto the football field; Sinead looked over and yelled, 'What are you doing in the field?!' LOL.
Before I caught my train home I went into the pub to see Liam and Bryan, who'd been having their dinner there; they were in the middle of sticky toffee pudding. They asked me if I wanted to share and I went off to get a spoon. When I came back they had bought me my own dessert and said, 'Happy nineteenth birthday!' (It's not for another week, though.) Those guys are the sweetest!
On the platform I found Martha, who had missed her train to Dublin. She asked me if Bryan and Liam had said anything to me about going to Paris. Yes, PARIS. In June! When I was on the train I phoned Bryan to see what the story is with that; he had forgotten to tell me, and immediately went off on a spiel about Paris and a group of us getting an apartment for a few nights and cheap flights on Ryan Air. I asked him if he'd thought this through, because of Ryan Air's unfortunate tendency to land its passengers fifty miles away from their destination. He promised me we'll discuss this properly on Wednesday night, when I'm up in Maynooth again. Well, I'm certainly up for it, but why do I think nothing will come of this?
Hepsi was on my train and we jabbered away the whole way home. I love Hepsi, I hardly see enough of her.
So that was my day: long, tiring, cold, windy and quite pleasant, even the exam bit. Good to be in my jammies, though!