Ms Forde

      Ms Forde taught me, what is easily my least favourite subject, Irish. Now the language itself is actually quite nice and I've been to the gaeltacht (Irish speaking camp) twice now, but the way it’s taught in schools is atrocious, having an awful teacher doesn't help much. I honestly hate Ms Forde, she’s no good at teaching, she’s condescending and she’s just horrible in general. I could rant on and on about her but I won’t. I will rant a bit though. Since Irish is compulsory to everyone who’s been here since a certain age, if anyone moved to Ireland after that age (about 9 or 10) they don’t have to do the subject but they do have to sit in the class, they just do homework or something. In my class there are two non-Irish speakers, Ms Forde will, quite often ask them to do her a favour, like to get something from the photocopy room or something, but she hasn't bothered to learn their names, no, she would say ‘Foreign girl can you…’ or sometimes just point and say ‘You, get me…’ I’m generally quite quiet and wouldn't answer much in class, about halfway through second year I answered a question and she said ‘Aww, shy little Ruska answered’ that was the last time I willingly gave up information in her class. I hate her more then I knew I could hate someone I barely know and I haven’t learnt a thing from her class. Next year I’m dropping down to ordinary level so I’ll never have her again, that makes me very happy.

     Goodbye my munchkins,
     Ruska