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offered my services to him if he had any academic queries or concerns. In this modern technological age it is not too difficult to track one down, is it? Within the legal parameters that is. It is not the job of the school to question parents in these matters. It was presumed, and correctly so, that Mr Curran had either taken up a position in Scotland with a new company, or had been offered a transfer with his existing one. These are precarious times, gone are the days when the workforce can pick and choose. Our politicians and bankers have seen to that. Clem was simply an additional victim of the credit crunch. There are many victims in all this, are there not? Least of all the boy himself. That’s the waste. The destruction of young lives. With this in mind, blame doesn’t come into it for me at this moment. In many ways we are all to blame.

Cora Kelly’s Isolation
    I had a pure red neck for Miss Croal by the way. Everyone was talking about how she only took that swotty nerd group coz Clem was going to it. Some wee guy in third-year said that she gave him…well, you know…under the desk, but you can take that with a pinch of salt. Or a sack of salt if it came from the third-years. They’re just full of wee numpties who talk mince all the time. I know. I felt a bit sorry for Rosie coz folk were saying that Croal fancied her bf. See, I thought she did at the beginning, right? But after a few months I could tell that she just liked him coz he was the brainiest in the class and she thought all the rest of us were pure thickos. She used to stand there and say in that posh West End voice of hers:
    â€˜I can’t believe how limited a vocabulary you have, Cora Kelly.’
    â€˜Aye right ye are Miss, nae hassle,’ I’d say.
    She was a bit round the twist. I think that’s why Rosie hated her. I dunno. What’s the difference between hate and dislike. Anyway, she didn’t like her, case closed. Loads of pupils hated certain teachers. It’s not a sin. She used to go berserk if you had your moby out, or if it went off in your bag or you got caught sending a text message. I got nabbed in loads of classes. Got loads of punnies for an all. Nightmare.
    Erm…Punishment exercises, punny for short.
    I couldn’t be bothered with her, she was too posh for me, and I hated the way she wore tight clothes to impress the guys. All boobs and smiles. I could just imagine her when she was at school herself. Miss Prim n Proper. I bet she was like one of the lassies off of the The Sound Of Music . Then she comes in here and thinks she’s down with what goes on in this area. “ I’m a homegirl like you lot. I understand your plight. ” No way man, she’s no getting away with that.
    Of course I was happy for Rosie. I knew from day one that she fancied Clem so I was down with it when she started going out with him. He was alright. I quite liked him, but after speaking to him I knew that I’d never fancy him. Too swotty for my liking. Anyway I didn’t have a Scooby what he was going on about half the time. The important thing was that she liked him and he liked her. Well that happens when your pal gets a bf. What did you want me to do? Pure stand about like a gooseberry? It’s not as if I was, like, pure wandering the streets on my own. Who do you think I am, Mrs Bean or something? I was seeing this guy anyway. He’s no from this school, he’s at college or uni or something. Conor Duffy was hanging around like a baby’s nappy as well. But he soon got the bum’s rush. He thought he could just snap his fingers and I’d come running like some wee lapdog. He thought he was pure God’s gift…he was alright but I think he was raging a bit when Clem came coz Clem was better looking than him and all the attention moved from Conor to Clem.
    That’s none of anybody’s business by the way. I don’t see how that’s got anything to do