This year is the 10th anniversary of my Leaving Cert exams. Kids starting their Leaving Cert were barely in primary school when I sat my own exams. And that, readers, is how you feel old.
In honour of this great moment, I took a look at the texts and tomes I studied for my own Mental Torture™. The greatest feat will be if I can actually remember them. In this, I’ve included my studied prose – this would enter into thesis levels if I rattled off all the poetry and poets I focused on.
September in my house always went back to school. There’s simply no escaping it when both your parents are teachers.
So, September seems like the perfect month to take this school-themed tag created by the wonderful Victoria from What Victoria Read. It’s separated into questions about the time of day during school, and also some about the subjects you studied.
For this tag, I’ll only be answering questions about the subjects I sat for my Leaving Certificate, the end of school exams in Ireland.
This post is part of Six for Sunday run by Steph from A Little But a Lot.
September always means one thing in my house – back to school. When both of your parents teach for their money, it’s quite hard to think of anything else in that time. Almost the whole month of August was filled with stationery (which is probably where my lifelong love of stationery stems from) and school book lists.
I had a think about some fictional schools I wish I was attending. If I had been to one of these schools, I think I would have liked going back to school a whole lot more than I actually did.
Today is my 28th birthday, and probably the 28th anniversary of my love of books. I’ve read hundreds of books across my life, from reading with my parents, learning to read in school, to setting up my own book blog (and subsequently a Book Tube channel) sharing some of my favourite titles.
While I have tonnes of favourite books for a plethora of different reasons, there are some that have stuck with me throughout my life. Isn’t it really coincidental that it’s the same amount as the number of years I’m turning?
I don’t know if it’s just me, but ever since I turned 25 (which did not happen this or last year, by the way) the art of reminiscing and looking back on the past became a huge deal. I’ve started re-reading some of the books I loved during my childhood again, and seeking out some others. So, with that in mind, this tag I borrowed from The Quirky Book Nerd is right up my street.
Pretty Purple Polka Dots 