The Irish Oral

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