We go to school through lanes and back streets so that we won't meet the respectable boys who go to the Christian Brothers' school or the rich ones who go the Jesuit school, Crescent College. The Christian Brothers' boys were tweed jackets, warm woolen sweaters, shirts, ties, and shiny new boots. We know they're the ones who will get jobs in the civil service and help the people who fun the world. The Crescent College boys wear blazers and school scarves tossed around their necks and over their shoulders to show they're cock o' the walk.
They have long hair which falls across their foreheads and over their eyes so that they can toss their quaffs like Englishmen. We know they're the ones who will go to university, take over the family business, run the government and run the world. We'll be the messenger boys on bicycles who deliver their groceries or we'll go to England to work on the building sites. Our sisters will mind their children-and scrub their floors unless they go off to England, too. We know that. We're ashamed of the way we look and if boys from, the rich schools pass remarks we'll get into a fight and wind up with bloody noses or torn clothes. Our masters will have no patience with us and our fights because their sons go to the rich schools and, ye have no right to raise your hands to a better class of people so ye don't.