Ms. De Brún: This person has written about how much they love their English class, in an embarrassing attempt to suck up to the teacher. [Clare grimaces] Dog poem. Dog poem. Cat poem. [Erin raises her hand] Yes?
Erin: I think a lot of people in this class, and I know no-one will mind me saying this, well, they have a very basic grasp of the creative process. Whereas I've been writing for years, so I'm really not afraid to put myself out there, to be bold, to take risks.
Ms. De Brún: And you are?
Orla: That's my cousin.
Erin: Erin Quinn.
Ms. De Brún: Erin Quinn. Here we go. "The bullets fired on the streets as I lie in my bed Are nothing to the bullets being fired... In my head."
Erin: It's about the troubles in a political sense, but also about my own troubles, in a personal sense.
Ms. De Brún: No, I understand the weak analogy. This isn't bold, Erin. It's someone failing to be bold.
Erin: Well, I'm sorry if the subtleties of my work were lost on you, Ms. De Brún.