It’s amazing just how much effort a person can put in when they are under pressure. I realised at about 7pm last night the importance of the Irish orals (worth 25% of overall Irish exam) and for about 6 hours I was doing nothing but preparing reams of material that I could use - Myself, My Family, My House, My School, My Hobbies, My Job, My Future. Basic stuff you might think and so it should be, but for someone who has despised the very idea of being taught a language that they have hated for a good fourteen years, the task of preparing this “basic” material isn’t as easy as one might have initially thought!
So this morning I walked into school, jaded tired, and under the impression that my usual last minute spurt just wouldn’t be enough. I was soon called into the room and could feel my heartrate increasing with every word I read from the Sliocht but managed to at least control the pitch of my voice so I didn’t sound like the quivering mess my heart was telling me that I was! Thankfully I didn’t mess up one word and even remembe
They’re not meant to ask about family anymore. According to our examiner. Because it’s too awkward when it comes to broken homes. And one girl started crying when asked about it. Sucks to be that examiner. I failed my oral. Horribly. Why must she ask about poverty in Africa and homelessness in Ireland. The French examiner started asking the same questions AND about philosophy. So I kicked him in the babymaker.
yeah suuuure u did caroline
HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! IM DOIN MI ORAL ON MONDAY I KNOW NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!!! And when i say nothing i mean nothin it flew i dont no my slioths the teacher said more effort needed god should of studied long ago. just done french on wednesday and knew noting my heart doin ninety i ended up saying ‘qui’ to i dont do what she said she kept talkin and i just said ‘qui’ den she turned off the mic and said u want to be a farmer how embarrassing!!!!!!!!!!!! poor woman laughing her head off!!!!!!!!