IT’S THE LITTLE envelope you’ve been anticipating for weeks now…
“Where did the summer go?”, you ask yourself
“Maybe I did brilliantly”, you tell yourself in a moment of inspiration
“Maybe I failed horribly”, you tell yourself in a moment of misery
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The words of Auntie Brigid are ringing in your ears
She rang last night to wish you luck and to tell you she was saying a prayer for you.
WHERE WERE YOUR PRAYERS WHEN MUSSOLINI CAME UP INSTEAD OF HITLER AUNTIE BRIGID?
You didn’t sleep a wink
And when you did, you dreamed of opening and envelope full of fails.
In those dreams your teacher/principal looked like Mrs Trunchbull
In the morning your mother has made you a boiled egg/pancake/cup of tea and is giving you this look:
You’re making a lot of ’anxiety’ trips to the bathroom
And now it’s almost time to get those results
Good luck from everyone at DailyEdge.ie!
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