Since the last post, Holy Week has come and gone, and Easter Sunday has come and gone. So, I survived Lent without a dropín of coffee. Well, apart from the ONE on Ash Wednesday, but that was only because I had forgotten to start, so therefore it doesn't count. I have done nothing wrong here... Anyway, I'm reasonably proud of my meagre achievement. I kinda half cheated. I had hot chocolate as a direct substitute. Although, I didn't have even half as much hot chocolate as I would have had of coffee, so, I didn't really cheat all that much. But it was all in the name of Jay-sus anyway. But I'm back on the stuff at this stage. Bíonn cupán agam ag am lón. Not every day, but couple of days. Not today; I had Cidona. Cider is gack, but Cidona is nice.
I suppose the other BIG THING these days are the bleedin' oral exams, An Bhéaltriail agus the French shite. Tá an scrúdú cainte thart anois, buíochas le Dia! It was all very lán le bhrú for the few days. We knew they started on the Monday 16ú Aibreáin, but we weren't sure when or in what order we'd be tested. So, I went in on Monday, half expecting the exam to be that day. Ach, ní raibh sé. So, the day crawled by at snail's pace, with my stomach turning all day with the fear of being called out. Half three came and nothing. So, day one over. "It'll surely be tomorrow," I told myself. Ach, arís, ní raibh sé, in ainm Dé! Or, as we'd say it here, for fuck's sake! Another agonising day past as I sat in classes like a man awaiting execution. (I'm not trying to liken myself to Ceannt here or anyone else of the sort. Maybe the image was distasteful on second thought. Oh well.) What made the day worse was that I thought I was going to be examined during the last class, and I was preparing myself and all, so I was. "Just listen for the tenses," I thought. But then, that wasn't to be either. I had to wait until the morning. At the end of the day, I was sitting in the front hall, talking to Da on the phone, and Ms. Shovlin was talking to the examiner woman at the office door. I saw her pointing over at me and saying something. It was probably "yeah, he's one of the poor sods that are still waiting," or something to that effect, but obviously in Northern Gaeilge. I smiled and gave a little wave. So, another night had to pass before I finally went in. I was first to enter on Wednesday morning. I must say, she was very nice. She was saying "an bhfuil tú reidh?" She asked me about 38 times. I replied "táim." I went in and signed the register, as one does. She got me to read Sliocht a hAon. It went well. "Caithfear ithe. Sceallóga inniú. Is aoibhinn...." Nuair a chríochnaigh mé an píosa, I sighed a big sigh! Then, it really began. She asked me about Swords, my lovely town. I got to use a phrase I thought was nice. Deirtear go raibh Brian Ború i gcaisleáin riomh an gCogadh Cluain Tarbh. I'm not sure if that úrú is right there, but oh well, they probably put it in there in Con na Mara. God bless the Galway boys! So, it went well, I think. Níor theip mé, gan amhras. And I surely was relieved after it, like I just had a nice piss. Ahhhhhh!
The French is to come still. Teanga shit is ea é. Ceapaim go bhfuil sé an-dheacair dhá theanga a fhoglaim ag an am cheanna. But, that's ár gCoras Oideachais for ya! French is just so bloody European that it's sickening. But, we have an oral exam anyway. Apparently it's going to be a French fella doing them. So it'll all be ooh-la-la this and ooh-la-la that. There'll be plenty of queations that'll throw me right off. And he'll find all of them probably. I can speak French with a bit of a French tongue on me, like, an accent. But, we've made such fun of the French that it's now just about over exaggerating it and slagging French and the poor French race, tous les jours. Sin an-ghreannmhar uaireanta. Je suis de bonne humeur le plupart de temp. J'aime rire. It's all shite really. "The French Oral - a play in three acts." Oh oui Mr. Examiner I really think it's important that we learn a modern European language, and it's equally important that we're in the EU and follow Germany with undying loyalty. I know they really don't care what you say, but I feel like a right gimp, an dtuigeann tú? Oh well, they're only words. But I suppose dominion status are just words too. But I'm not going down that road right now.
I saw the movie "300" over the Easter holliers. I'm kinda using this as an excuse to experiment with putting up a picture, but it's all good. Scannán foreigeaneach ab ea é agus tá sé go maith.
I went with Finn and Clarke down in the new Pavo cinema. So, it was all good. And, do you see, do you see my picture?? It's not me, obviously, but I put it there!! Yer man, the Spartan King, is just about to die big time in the last stand of the remaining group of 300 Spartans. I think that's the part of the movie that this pic is from. Fuck it if it's not!
Well, that's it for another day. Slán go foill!
1 comment:
That was a luvely post.
"French is just so bloody European that it's sickening."
LOL!
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