Like all adults with a job and dealing with the regular banalities of life – bills, forgotten dentist appointments, missed flights – I still find Leaving Certificate season anxiety inducing. Because columnists are show-offs by nature, I like exams more than most. And yet, there was something that felt peculiarly malign about those two weeks in June 13 years ago: the timetable was dense, the stakes vertiginous and the weather taunting. There was also rather a lot to memorise.