The Leaving Cert does not define who I am

THIS is a strange piece to write. It feels as though I’m about to intertwine both an ending and a beginning into one messy, emotional jumble. 

It’s odd to think that nearly two years ago I sat in my room, apprehensively writing about what I thought fifth year would be like. Right now, though, I’m smack dab in the middle of my Leaving Cert. In fact as you read this, I’m done, and about to sprawl shamelessly out under the sun.

Compared to the last 10 months, the Leaving Cert itself was a little anticlimactic. I’m not even going to think about saying it was in any way easy, but I didn’t have to fight off lions with my bare hands while conjugating irregular Japanese verbs like I assumed on some subconscious level I would. It was an exam, one I prepared for and took seriously, and will (hopefully) do OK in.