End of School...

At this stage it's 2nd June. Fuck. That is, the second day of the sixth month of the year. We usually call it June. "Y'kno Juno, you shudda been called Juno!" Thanks to Ms. Hartnet for that one. The school year was neatly tied up there during the week, later for some than others, y'kno how it is. Graduation was on the 21st of May, of a Thursday it was. Very terribly emotional as you can only imagine. The yearbook was ready. (I had my doubts.) It turned out very nice altogether.

One interesting part of the evening was just as people began to leave and we were having a signing session. The buzz about was cool. I hadn't a breeze what to write for individuals, so I wrote "Fair play to you," or "Nice one," on most of them, and my name. I thought it appropriate, that's what I've been saying these part 2 years. I could hardly write, "fuck da'," that'd just be rude. Although that didn't stop Jamie, say no more.

Unfortunately, all the signing (including our beloved cleaner from Mullingar, Co. Westmeath) held us up at the school. Poor Lorna and Grace were stranded, well stuck, outside my house for half an hour. God love them, hearts of gold and the patience of saints they have. But after a quick change out of that bloody uniform, we were ready for out. By "we" I mean meself and the Graham man. The four of us were heading down to Eddie's for a malt or something along those lines. So a malt was had by all (except Graham, you see, he's weird) and it was especially enjoyed by Ms. Kelly. She wouldn't give any to Graham, fair play to her. She had a wonderfully serene look on her face as she slowly consumed Eddie's speciality.

After the auld Eddie's experience, we went down to the place where everyone else was livin' it up. That was deadly actually. It was interesting to see everyone in a different light. We were finished school, no uniforms, (and in little more than a tea towel in some cases, say nothing) in our own time, and mostly with a drink in hand.

I've been in that place for five years, and I'm glad to be moving on, no doubt. But I'm sorry that I didn't make more lasting friendships, if you know what I mean. The lads are sound (Adam, Rob, Steven etc.) yeah, and the girlies are good craic (Lee-Anne, Erica again etc.) and all, but, it's quite unlikely that I'll ever see them much again. I think I've seen the lads down in HMV once, but apart from that, I don't see these people anywhere else apart from that school place. Leaving the exams aside, losing touch is inevitable. They're good craic that's the only thing.

This last term, I've had a good couple laughs, and I think that I've talked to more of the people a bit more and had a laugh in class. Funny how it goes. At Ciarán's party, in his house, (whenever that was) meself and Finn talked about something like that. Just saying something funny if you can in school, come out of your shell if you will. I suppose I did that a bit.

So, my secondary schooling is over at last. It's been a long time coming, but I got there. ("Little Help From My Friends" plays in the background) I'm not going to get sentimental or anything don't worry. But, let's just say goodnight. Sin thart anois, slán libh.