Morning began at a nice, comfortable 9:56. I ate some breakfast, got my notebooks together, wondered what to do with myself for a few minutes, and strolled over to Modernism. I guess it's nice to have time to wake up in the morning. It makes me nervous for some reason though. I'm so used to just waking up and going when I have morning classes.
After Modernism I have an hour break so I was walking to get some coffee when I realized I have less than a week until I'm going to Rome. That gave me a minor heart attack because I still don't have that stupid immigration card. The original plan was just to catch up on some reading in my in between hour, but I couldn't concentrate, so I went down to the international office for some advise. The Garda man was for sure going to be there at half 2, so I left Irish a half hour early and went down to the station. There was no one there...so I went to the bank and got the info I need to transfer money from my US account into my new Irish one. Then there was this other guy standing outside the station so I went up and knocked on the door and the guy came out. I now have an appointment for tomorrow at 3:30pm. That's pretty good. It sucks cause Julian and I have to come straight here after he lands, but oh well.
I deep cleaned my room. The vacuum still doesn't work. I had hoped it would magically.
Today was poetry man's last day. So we'll have someone new talking about something else next week. He read a poem that makes him emotional. I hope all these different lecturers end like that. His was better than the first time though. It was "Easter 1916" by Yeats, about the Easter risings here. The last "rebellion" in Ireland was in 1980. That's crazy to me. They are really proud and still going through all this shit. The new president's first day is tomorrow. All the their slogans were something along the lines of understanding the past and believing in the future of the country. It's interesting because in every class, a lot of things are put into that context, and for a long time it all just went over my head 'cause they just assume you know. But Irish class is great because our teachers know we really don't know what's going on here, and they take the time for history lessons.
I was called an antisocial American today.
just like me! Dad
ReplyDeleteAnti-social American...is that because most are loud and opinionated, just curious. And how well do they actually know you.~~~grama
ReplyDeleteWell, my roommate had some friends over doing homework and I went out there to cook dinner listening to my ipod. And one of them told me I could take my headphones out and chat a bit. So, he doesn't know me at all, but I guess they are just more open to conversation than we are typically.
ReplyDeleteSo did you chat a bit and did they have anything interesting to say?~~~grama
ReplyDeleteNope! I stopped listening to music and kind of laughed at things they said, but I was still busy with the cooking. And no they didn't say anything very interesting--it was all about math.
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