We are in the midst of the exams now and so far so good. No obvious Oh my god, I failed that one. Irish Paper 1 gave her a bit of a fright, she panicked about the essay question and skipped it completly. 170 Marks. I had to control my hyperventilating when I heard this. She said she did fine on the aural and the rest of the paper. I can only hope she passed it. Maths was fine, which I thought would be the other way around. Irish Paper 2 was on the Friday and she did well on that. Overall, I think she's fairly happy with how she's getting on. She's still fairly relaxed about it, spending the whole weekend with the boyf. Oh, yeah, the mate I, has turned into the boyfriend. I knew it was on the cards. She must think we came down in the last shower to think that they are still 'just friends'. Teenagers.
I had Friday and Monday off. Under orders from Mammy2 who was worried about my stress levels. I have to say having a few days off randomly and unplanned like that does wonders for one. Thankfully, my boss is fairly understanding guy and as long as there are no major deadlines or deliverys, he's fairly easy going about leave. I spent Friday sleeping and pottering in the sunshine. Caught up with the mate R that evening as we're not goint out mid-week to be there for the kid and her rants about exams. It was good to talk about something other then the leaving cert and the kid. She was planning on doing a 10km walk the following day. If the txts I received from her the following day are any indication of her general state of well being, then I am well impressed she managed to do the walk at all. She did 5km. Saturday night, the mate J had organised a training session for the new MODS on the team.
We dropped in to say hi and see how they were getting on. They all seemed in great form. Its great to have some new faces on the team, they all bring something completly different to the website. Lots more enthusiasm and energy.
I decided after working all day yesterday, deadlines of Friday were looming, I went training. I haven't been in 2 weeks so I knew it was going to be tough. The mate J said she was going as well, so I had some motivation. And a partner to beat around the place. She was late. I was left with the instructor. By 7.15 I thought I was going to die. The weather was so humid every punch was such an effort. Thankfully, someone else showed up late and the instructor asked him to step in and take over so he could watch the other people training. I had though, great, someone who won't wallop me. Turns out the guy I was partnered with was a fighter. With an incredibly strong punch. Normally when you are partnered with someone, when you're not punching or kicking, you get a rest. With the punches this guy was landing, I spent half the time relocating my shoulder and checking to make sure my arm was still connected to my body. When it came to the winddown, I was sitting near the mate J for sit-ups. I heard her mumble something about this being hell. The mad one cycled to training, hence the reason she was late. As if the training wasn't enough?
I was planning on going again tonight, but the kid wants a potato dinner so I might skip tonight and head tomorrow instead. If I can get all my website work done today. The day job might get busy, I'm not sure yet. I could load up a load of screens and make it look like I am really busy :)
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