#junior cert results

[immature-mel]

Got my Junior Cycle results, The entire year looked at me when I let out a happy squeal over Mathematics 😅

[flowingleaves]

nobody talk to me for the next 3 weeks, i got my junior cert results back and im going to be insufferable over them!!!!!!

[spoofthespoofer]

Junior Cert results came out today :D

I’m not an idiot, apparently :D

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

ATIA for putting my studies first?

I know it seems cut and dry at first glance, but here’s what’s going on. To preface, I (17 F) am going through my final year in school. I live in Ireland which means I’m in my Leaving Cert. In Ireland, colleges only look at the final result of your Leaving Cert exam, rather than the full sun of your grades.

I am not an Irish native, I came here in the middle of my junior year. I had a LOT of trouble adjusting to the school system and would spend a lot of time alone in my room just simply studying, even during school breaks. At the time, my family was supportive, because they thought it was like an American system, where every grade counted. Now however, they know that only the Leaving Cert counts, so they want me to sort of “get out of my hovel” more.

The issue with this is I still need to study. Right now I have my midterm break, which is right before my midterm exams. I want to keep studying, but my family keeps getting upset and not taking no for an answer when I need to. They claim that only the Leaving Cert matters anyway, and that I am becoming withdrawn from the family. And honestly, I do feel like I’ve been withdrawn from my family for a Long time, but I’m not sure if my family really takes precedence over me studying for exams that determine the rest of my life.

TL;DR:

Is my family right for getting mad at me for becoming withdrawn from them for the sake of my studies?

What are these acronyms?

[hannahssimblr]

I’m pretty sure I’ll throw up, it’s not a matter of if, but when. I sit shivering and grey faced in the boys changing room at nine o’clock, Friday morning and wish I was dead. Actually, I’ve wished I was dead rather consistently for the duration of the morning, from the moment I woke up at seven after maybe two hours of sleep, while preparing my sister’s breakfast, while showering, dressing myself in my horrible uniform and for the whole seafront walk to the school gates, where I kept imagining cars swerving over the cycle path and mercifully mowing me down. 

“Jude, man, what time you get home at last night?” Fitzy is in my ear, “I’m so hungover, man, my head is bloody pounding.”

“Dunno,” I reply, “Not long after you I’d say,” through the aura of my vicious migraine I peer at my phone screen where one new message notification blinks at me. 

Jude, darling. Just thinking of you after our call. I hope you’re doing okay. I know I shouldn’t be worried but if you want to talk again tomorrow I am available. Lots of love & miss you every day. xoxox Maureen. 

Jesus Christ. Did I call Aunt Maureen last night? I check my call log to see that indeed, I made a long distance call to New Mexico at four in the morning. A seven minute call. A groan of despair escapes me. I have no recollection. What did I say to her? Something unhinged enough to warrant this anxious text message, whatever it was. I bet I was an incoherent, embarrassing mess. 

Sorry Maureen, it’s all good. I was just a bit homesick. We should catch up properly at the weekend if you’re free. No need to worry. X J

It’s a cruel thing, P.E first thing on a Friday morning, but Mr. Doherty, a likely sadist, seems to love it. This is the same man who scheduled an African drumming workshop the day after our junior cert results came out, knowing full well what he would be inflicting upon a classroom full of hungover sixteen year olds. 

He’s got a basketball in his hands today, bouncing it around the gym floor with his legs spread out about a metre apart. I don’t know why he stands like that, though I suspect perhaps it's a part of his lifelong quest to become the world's most intimidating man and take up the maximum amount of space possible. I made up a story about seeing him on a public bus seat with his legs at a 180 degree angle once, and I still hear it repeated sometimes as though it's fact.

He’s going on about teams, explaining something involving those smelly polyester bibs that nobody has washed since 1972, but I am distracted by the sunlight from the windows edging the ceiling and the way that is so unmanageably bright. Doherty pulls the first of the neon bibs out of the bucket and the sight of it, the colour, the sweat stains around the armpits, makes my stomach lurch. 

“Bib, Turner,” he barks as he throws it at me and I catch it, along with a whiff of stale sweat and Jurassic era skin cells and I drop it right onto the floor, guts churning as I race to the toilets and retch and puke, fallen to my knees inside the filthy stall until there’s nothing left inside me. 

“Classic Jude,” someone is saying when they all filter into the changing rooms afterwards while I still clutch the bowl. I must be here forty minutes now. “Always throwing up.” 

“Y’alright?” Someone else calls out, and I groan. “Well Doherty wants you when you’re done. He’s waiting in the gym.”

“Fuck sake,” I fist my hair in my hands and considering knocking myself out and getting the nurse to send me home.

It’s another few minutes until I trust myself to exit the bathroom, and then, like a shell of a boy, I trudge out to the gym on rubber legs to where Doherty waits beneath a basketball hoop. 

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while,” He begins, his voice echoing through the rafters.

“Uh huh,”

“It’s Friday. Jude. It’s a school day. How is it that you think you can show up to class in this state?”

“Dunno, sir.”

“I know that you’re a smart boy, right? You know better than this. So when you’re at school, that means you come prepared, well rested, homework done, and in a decent, respectable state, do you understand? You can’t be off doing whatever you like with your evenings, especially if you’re going to show up to my class like this. I shouldn’t even have to explain this to you.”

“Yes sir.”

“This is an insult to me, do you hear what I’m saying? You think because it’s P.E on Friday that you can rip the piss? That you don’t have to take it as seriously as other classes?”

“No, Sir.”

“You’re the same at my Rugby practises too these days, you’ve gone all soft and unfit on me. Is this why? Are you out galavanting every night of the week?”

I hesitate, “Some.”

“Is the boom back already? Sex drugs and rock n roll and whatnot.”

“I dunno what any of those things are.”

“Oh, give me a bloody break. You think I was born yesterday? I could smell your type a mile away, and this is my last straw. I want to see you in detention today from four to five.”

I leap to attention, “Wait, no, sir, I can’t do detention.”

“Seriously, Turner? Are you joking me right now?” “Yes, no, honestly sir. I have an agreement with the school. I don’t have to do detention on Fridays, ask the vice principal, I have-”

“Well that’s the biggest load of bollox I ever heard, do you know that? Special agreement,” he scoffs, “Yeah, pull the other one.”

“I’ll do it Monday, I promise, I just can’t tonight.”

“You’re heading out again, is it? More partying? More drinking and acting the mick? I don’t think so. Detention at four.”

“But sir, I-”

“Don’t talk to me. Decision is final, and if you’re not there, consider yourself suspended.” 

I pace the yard at lunchtime waiting for a call to connect. 

“Hello?” 

“Oh, Trisha, hi, it’s Jude Turner, um, Ivy’s brother?”

“Oh Jude, sweetheart, how are you keeping?”

“Good, yeah, uh, just wondering, are you picking her up from school today?”

“As usual… unless something has changed? She and Ella were planning to work on some sort of group project for school, but if you want to come and get her earlier…”

“No, this is about her piano lesson.”

“Yes, I expect I’ll drop her off at four as I always do…”

“Right, yes, is there any chance that maybe you could collect her too? Just for this week.”

She hisses through her teeth, “Ahh, well you know that we have swimming lessons Fridays at five, we’ll have to be straight on the road… is there going to be a problem collecting her?”

“Um, no, just school stuff, there’s a chance I’ll be delayed.”

“What about your mum, sweetie?” 

“She works until six usually,” there’s dead air on the line and I quickly babble on to fill the silence, “But I’m sure if I tell her what’s happening she’ll leave early, never mind anyway Trisha, I just thought I’d ask.”

“Alright! Sorry about that, love, I’m sure your mum will get it sorted.”

“Yeah. Same. Bye,” I put my phone back into my trouser pocket. No point even trying mom’s phone. She never answers and if she did she wouldn’t help.

The bell rings for the end of lunch. 

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[bugwolfsstuff]

GOT MY JUNIOR CERT RESULTS

Have not opened them yet and im afraid to

Gonna get donuts on the way home or somethin

@thel1ghtningthief @smileyalater @parrotxx

Yall someone pray for me im gonna cry

[shhh-shooting-stars]

predictions for my junior cert results that come out tomorrow:

Higher maths: partially achieved (20-39%)

Higher english: higher merit (75-89%)

Higher Irish: merit (55-74%)

French: merit

German: merit

science: merit

Buisness: merit (in my defence we had 18 chapters left at the end of the year)

music: higher merit

home economics: higher merit.

History: higher merit

note: 40% is a pass

[ashs-nerd-den]

It won't stay this hard

In 1st year, I DETESTED geography, it made no sense, I couldn't understand a lick of it, I routinely ended up in tears because of how stupid I felt trying to study it.

3 months in I got full marks on my weathering and erosion test. I was over the moon, and the girl who sat beside me knew how much I struggled, so when we went to Irish for our next class, she insisted on telling everyone who came in that door that I got 100% on that test. Most people didn't give a shit, a couple asked who I was, but I felt so special when she was bigging me up. She made me feel so proud of myself and she gave me so much more confidence in myself.

That was nearly 3 years ago, and this week I got back my junior cert results with a distinction in Geography, I voluntarily chose it for my leaving cert (where I am the top of my class) and I LOVE IT!!! So, if you're struggling with a particular subject, it'll be okay, just keep going and focus on your next test and try as hard as you can, because

[sentienttoast]

should I post my junior cert results on my Tumblr.com? 🤔

[leaving-cert-grind]

Ah, the sweet and bitter memories of the Irish grinds Junior Cert. Just like a bag of mixed sweets, it was a mixture of pure joy and utter despair. But hey, at least we got to experience the thrill of writing our name so many times on the answer sheet, it became second nature.

So to all my fellow Leaving Cert students who also endured the Irish grinds of Junior Cert, let's raise a glass (or a pen, because we still have essays to write) to those sleepless nights, endless revisions, and those memorable moments when we finally understood what a preposition is.

Remember, the Irish grinds may have been tough, but the end result is worth it. Plus, think about all the great conversations you can have at parties about the difference between a noun and an adjective. #winning

So let's embrace the language of our ancestors, and continue to soldier on with the Irish grinds Leaving Cert. Who knows, we may even start to enjoy it... or at least pretend to for the sake of our grades. Sláinte!

[violet-yimlat]

Uhh I don’t think so. My qualifications:

Inventing various magic rituals that worked.

Being a demon.

Good knowledge of most of the prominent bible fanfic (The Divine Comedy, Paradise Lost, etc.)

Good results on most of my Junior Cert except for English.

Excellent cake.

I have an idea, chocolate cake with shiny stonez/mineralz inside?

Food pluz shiny thingz.

[mintminao3]

WELL DONE JUNIOR CERT CLASS 2017!!!!! we survived the horror of Irish paper two, the new junior cycle english and all those god damn booklets.

I hope everyone got the results they wanted and if not, ah sure it's only the junior

See y'all in June 2019 for the leaving 👌👌👌

[moonlightyellow]

So guys I'm pretty happy with my results I did so much better in some subjects that I didn't expect but one or two subjects like geography I was a bit disappointed. But anyways I got an A in French which I'm so overjoyed about and I rubbed in my french teachers face ((we have some beef))

I've learnt that hard work really does pay off. After the mocks I really worked on the subjects I had done bad in & now I'm delighted with the results I've gotten.

It's been quite the journey and I'm glad I could experience it with all of ye here. I hope you're all happy with your results as well but even if you're not sure

It's only the Jc

See you all for the leaving in 2020

[bugwolfsstuff]

Ayyyy getting my junior cert results tommorow!

[violet-yimlat]

And how do you feel about an Irish opinion?

In third year (about 14-15) we sit the junior cert.

I’m getting my results back on Wednesday.

Help.

@catholickedd This is a GCSE Maths paper, (exams we take at 16). Do you have an equivalent paper for comparison??

[funwithpessimism-blog]

Remember that Irish paper two poem no one understood? The one I thought was about a man watching tv in his apartment? Today I was told that poem is about a man in a leather jacket getting stabbed but being saved by a lord of the rings book. Fuck any thoughts I had about passing Irish.