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You're passionate about An Teanga and spend hours every night making games and plans to get the little f**kers more interested. (You only call them little f**ckers to yourself and in a whisper though, while drinking wine on a Tuesday). You own a lot of handmade jewellery and my god isn't Connemara beautiful?
Oho Mr Lannigan you divil you. Twinkly-eyed and known to bring in a guitar on a Friday, you've won the student body over by being a bit of a ride and reading aloud from On the Road.
You have a variety of statement cardigans and whisper certain words like "hijab" and "pregnant". You've been known to make a good brack for the staffroom and it's rumoured your husband ran off with the local curate.
You're *this* close to a nervous breakdown, but only six more years to retirement. YOU CAN DO IT. You have two jumpers, which you wear in rotation. Your face is often very red.
You're unfairly dubbed 'dozy' because of your interminable double history classes and that one time you kind of fell into the bin but underneath it all you just really care about wattle and daub and the Mother and Child Scheme. You're secretly in love with Cardigans Coughlan the Religion teacher.
You'll do anything to get out of actually teaching. Favourite phrase: "I have a very special job for someone". Translation: "Go and get the telly, we're not doing any work today".
Favourite phrase: "I won’t be in the exam hall with you in June, lads." You're the most terrifying weapon in the place. It's rumoured you once hopped off a third year who forgot their exam papers and woe betide anyone who packs their bags when there are still two minutes left. Who hurt you?
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