She passed.

The kid did more then pass, she got 3 honours and 3 passes and she failed Chemistry. Something she is more proud of then her honours. Strange teenager that she is. Being up at the school at 8.15 of a morning and not having to meet the principle/vice/student counseller makes a refreshing change. Shame about the constant nerves in the stomach though. As it turns out, the school wasn't giving out the results until 9.30. Sadists that they were. With nothing to do but sit and think about the results, Mammy2 decided that we could be useful and do the grocery shopping. Grocery shopping at 8.20 might sound like the idea of a lunatic, but in fairness the shopping centre was fairly empty and it was a nice change from crashing trollies with some Dublin mammy intent on getting to the petit filou special offer before you do. And killing you in the process makes the offer seem all that more special.

We arrived back at the school to find girls jumping around the place screaming about passing and tears and phone calls and no sign of our teenager and the mate K. We tried ringing. No luck. Txts. No luck. We had visions of her crying in the toilet, the best mate had been convinced she would fail so we were worried. Finally after about 15 minutes of chewing the car seats, the 2 of them arrive out. The kid was a bit shocked as was the mate. They both passed and the kid got the
2 honours she needs. We were so chuffed and so proud of both of them.