THE OTHER SIDE OF LEAVING SCHOOL
I can’t remember the Leaving Cert. Well, maybe that’s not entirely accurate. I certainly remember the struggle I had, during those months across 1991 and 1992, trying to balance the wonderful new world of cool music, girls, imminent ‘freedom’ and increased self-awareness, with the demands of studying for a set of exams, the results of which could determine my future. (At least, that’s what all the teachers told me.) It’s an odd sort of conflict: just when you begin to realise