So much has happened since my last rant that I�ve forgotten the most of it. I must apologise for that, but if it�s not worth remembering then it can�t be worth sharing. During the last week, the 2nd week since the exams finished, I did nothing except move house. I left the crap area that is Thomondgate for the more homely surrounds of Caherdavin, and 74 Sheelin Road. You may recognise the address, as it�s where I spent the first half of last summer. I re-inhabited my room from last year and I�m glad about that. It�s a nice room. Between Pecker, and myself we had 3 carloads of shit to move. It�s unreal how much crap there is. And there isn�t much of it that is any good, yet we wouldn�t throw it out. A strange situation.
Once we had moved all our stuff, we were greeted by our new neighbour. At least he�s a neighbour of sorts. I reckon he�ll only be around in the morning time. His name is Luke and he is a fat little fucker around the age of 5 or 6. Fathead is the name that we will call him from now on. We used to call Ivan from Ivan�s shop Fathead, but he can now be called Fathead senior. A pure little baby is what the new Fathead is. He seen the PS2 and started crying when we told him it was broke. Its not really, we told him that so he wouldn�t go near it. Summers going to be hell if he�s around much. We also have some other lad living with us. Niall is his name and he seems sound enough, even though I haven�t spoken to him much yet, but that will change over time. Some other geezer is allegedly moving in too, but if Joe�s visa for America doesn�t come through, then the new lad will have to move so Joe can move in.
Next thing I can remember, or at least what I�ll talk about is jobs. I need a job. I don�t need it for the money because the bit of music will take care of that, but I need a job to stop me going mad from sitting in the house all day doing nothing. A job would also prevent my father from getting me to paint the house at home. A job would solve all the above problems. Although I could sit on my arse and play ISS, Medal of Honor and a few new games all day, on top of that watch DVD after DVD and of course watch telly, the thought of me doing that and only that every day of the summer doesn�t appeal to me at all. Limerick is a crap city and after 3 years in the kip, there is fuck all I haven�t seen or done. In the quest for a job, I got my first rejection letter today from O2 in Castletroy. Chances are there will be a lot more of them coming through the letterbox. I think in the end I will end up going home to work, but I�m not going to give up the room in Limerick like I did last year. I�ll only go home to do what has to be done and then go back. So if anyone out there reading this can think of a job that�s available for me in the Limerick area, please tell me about it.
Next on the list of things to write about is the 3rd year of college. Undoubtedly the toughest of the three, and most boring for various reasons, I for one am glad its over. Next year is supposed to be a bit easier and if I can get together sufficient finances, then it will be a year full of entertainment, much like 2nd year. The exams were a prick. My arse was sore from the constant ass-raping the lecturer�s inflicted on us.
First up on the exam list was OOP. That was some prick of an exam. She gave us 300 or so questions to find the answers of and then to learn. Out of these 300, 25 were going to come up in the exam. 24 did and the 25th was picked out of the blue. Ass-raping #1. Our lecturer, or moustache lady as I called her, told us we wouldn�t have to write programs from scratch. Cue 3 questions that required writing full programs from scratch. That�s Ass-raping #2. Thankfully we had a weekend off after OOP so I could recover.
On the Monday, it was the turn of Databases. After a big hint for question 1, myself, Joe and Pecker went and learned it off to a tee. Once question 1 was completed the next bits were relatively straight forward. Ass-raping #3 consisted of the first question being utterly and completely different to the big hint handed out. That was that exam being marked out of 75 straight away. Hopefully the bull I wrote for the rest will cover the damage caused by making a balls out of question 1.
2 days later it was the turn of our genius lecturer Des. After days of learning off code, the three of us (that�s myself, Joe and Pecker) were quietly confident of pushing up the average with a good Java exam. For the last 4 years, the same bits of code came up. They were bits we had learned to a tee. So keeping with the general run of things, bring on Ass-raping #4, at least for the 2 lads. Not one bit of the code that was learned came up. The morning before the exam I learned another bit and that came up so I was happy with that. I feel I did very well in the Java exam. Unless Des goes to town when he�s marking it, but he doesn�t usually, I�d reckon I�d get 90+. I went home happy that day, but the two boys were not as cheerful, especially Colm.
The Friday that week seen the anticipated toughest of our exam when our year head, or Big Daddy as he was affectionately known, handed out his Systems Software paper. Once again he decided to break with tradition of asking more or less the same questions every year. Instead of the anticipated, he dug up the most ridiculous of questions and then gave fuck all marks for each one. There my friends, is Ass-raping #5. He screwed us big time and I�m so disappointed since he was fairly sound during the year, even after he caught me looking at porn in our lab.
After another weekend of relaxing, and pricking around, the final exam was upon us Monday morning. S.E.T. was the final one and the questions, once again, didn�t vary much for the last bundle of years. Once again you�ve probably guessed that there was another shafting in the pipeline. Ass-raping #6 was handed out by Lorraine, one of our S.E.T. lecturers. The bitch. But I guess once I was out of there I was delighted it was over. I was looking forward to getting beer, and dinner in the Davin.