The Good The Bad and The Ugly

While magical Ireland steel glistens in the rare sunlight each day, it has bore its ugly head to the students of Oregon this week. Now before I start to ran/blog about these experiences, I also am so very glad I have been through this for I have learned a tremendous amount both as a young adult and a woman. Also keep in mind that I have a tendency to make things dramatic. From here on I will talk about The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.

The Good- Ireland is gorgeous. We went on a walking tour of lead by a representative from the University and I could not stop taking pictures of everything. I was that annoying girl running to the beginning of the line and then stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to take a picture of a breathtaking door on a rustic house that I was taken aback by. There is an endless amount of artistic energy flowing through this city that makes me feel like someday I might be able to pull out the painting skills I have been yearning for since kindergarten and be Galways number one international artist. In my dreams I will come back famous, 100's of pictures of the "catedral" and the swans in tow. Another good about this city is the countless night time entertainment that goes on every night of the week! The stereotype that all Irish people are alcoholics was seriously undermining their abilities to party. This may seem harsh or maybe negative but its something about the way that the Irish drink that make it alright. It is simply part of their culture and friendships and relationships are built within their social atmosphere.

The Bad which then leads to the Ugly- I had a terrifying experience this week in two different ways: Irish clubbing and international registration for english seminars. On Monday night we all went clubbing with local Irish students. They really showed us a great time but once we got there and once we lost them it was a bit of a nightmare. Without going into to much detail I was singed by a cigarette of someone passing by, stepped on by numerous stilettos and lets just saw my "personal bubble" was seriously invaded without anyones permission. Leading on to that, we went through a nightmare this morning. Registration for international students went something like this: wait in line for one and a half hours, then squeeze 15o students into a stairwell, force them to organize themselves by numbers and then proceed to not get single class you hoped for because we got all the leftover classes the Irish students did not want. Needless to say it was an experience!

I am leaving for a new part of Ireland tomorrow morning, Dublin! I will compare the different masses thoroughly and report back, Im hoping this catedral holds at least 38 minute masses. I mean it is a much larger city.