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service announcement, had a sort of an odd justice to it. I did not do it for personal gain. I did it to get back at the devil. Which is kind of in keeping with my school’s Catholic ethos. If anything I should be

    I am not looking forward to September. So it’s a good thing I have two and a bit months. One positive thing about the whole Karen situation was that I didn’t stress about the Junior Cert at all. By the time all of that nonsense went down we were just going over stuff in most of the classes anyway, so it’s not like I lost out. It was horrible not talking to Joel during the exams, though, because he’d be there talking about however things had gone for him and I’d pipe up and join in and he would just cut me dead. He’d do this thing where his eyes would sweep over me as if I wasn’t there and it felt absolutely horrible.
    Ciara was no help with the Joel situation. ‘I need to focus, Prim,’ she kept saying whenever I wanted to talk about things that weren’t whatever-exam-we-were-having-that-day-related. I mean, she’d talk about it for a while – she didn’t, like, cut me dead or anything – but her heart wasn’t in it. I could tell she really wished that, instead of asking her how to make Joel be my friend again and analysing his every mid-exam bathroom break, I would shut up and start pop-quizzing her on notable Portuguese explorer Ferdinand Magellan. Who kind of reminds me of Fintan, if Fintan was a fifteenth-century man, with a beard and a ridiculous velvet hat.
    Ferdinand Magellan is hotter than Christopher Columbus, but not by much. And, to be fair, there are very few people in all of history who are not more attractive than Christopher Columbus. The most handsome explorer of them all is charismatic conquistador Hernando Cortés. But you couldn’t hit that and live with yourself because he was properly evil and massacred the Aztecs and stuff.

Fintan spent twenty-five pounds on a tie yesterday. What a ridiculous man he is! (Still fancy the pants off him, though.)
    Quote from Prim’s mum’s diary
    ad was mad stressed from work today. When he came home to find me reading Mum’s diaries at the kitchen table he got all awkward. Which he should be, because he mostly comes off as an idiot in them. Whenever I find myself getting angry at past-Fintan, I take a break and read the diaries from long before she met him. (Fourteen-year-old Mum had yet to kiss a boy, much less a stupid man who didn’t appreciate how wonderful she was.) It is weird, seeing bits of your mum most people never get to see. She hated business studies and loved English. She had a crush on a boy called Ruairí, who worked in the local shop. He was two years older than her and already had a girlfriend, called Maeve.
    It is weird having little fragments of your mother all stored up to dole out to yourself. I was kind of hoping there’d be deep dark secrets and some sort of guide to how to live your life out as a decent human being enclosed with the diaries. No such luck, though. Mum seemed to mess up almost as much as me. Except she hasn’t been suspended for homophobic bullying yet.
    I think, back in the day, homophobic bullying was kind of normal. It was actually illegal for a man to make love to another man. It would be horrible to be put in prison just because you fell in love with someone or met someone you really wanted to do stuff with. And they didn’t have a special sexy prison for people who were convicted of doing stuff that shouldn’t even be illegal at all. They’d just be bunged right into normal prison with the murderers and rapists and drug dealers and what-not.

    I would totally have visited Joel if he had been arrested and put in prison. In a way, if we lived back in the days when Mum was young and he was arrested for sexy times, it would be kind of a good thing for our friendship. Because he would have to talk to me