It’s that time of year again. There is apprehension in the air. Nerves are shot. Students around the country are receiving Leaving Cert results and third-level students are repeating exams. It’s always the time of year I wish I could go back and speak to my younger self. I remember the emotion of these times all too clearly: the feeling that my life depended on it, that my worth was contained in the points that I would receive, that I would be so lucky if a college wanted ME; very average, mediocre me. Thinking those exams were a reflection of my ability, my future was one giant question mark. And now, now that I am smack bang in the middle of that wonderful future I would just love to have a brief word in my younger self’s ear.