Sinéad Ryan: Freeing the Leaving Cert from its 1980s time warp is long overdue

On the morning of the final two exams, I woke up with a heavy cold, a sense of dread and, barely able to keep my eyes open, hauled my groggy self to school. I have no idea what I wrote, or how I managed to get through the day, dosed up on Lemsip and lozenges, but all I could do afterwards was crawl home to bed, where I stayed for the following three days..