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Friday, August 23, 2013
Dear Ireland
How've you been? It's been over a month since I first met you, and I meant to write a long time ago. Oops. School just started for me and the mentality of the final stretch is setting in already. It's back to classroom setting learning for me, I'm afraid, but you began to teach me the importance of travel. To visit new places and make familiar those things which are foreign is more than an escape from the ordinary. Other ways of life are brilliant to dive into.
Clichés aside, you were magnificent. I'm grateful just to taste what you, the little oft-forgotten island out on the edge of Europe, have been brewing the past few thousand years. And no, it wasn't whiskey (although I'm sure you guys mastered that too. They wouldn't let me confirm for myself). You became your own nation, tenacious and proud. You survived with some of your culture intact after almost a thousand years of English invasions and colonialism, so congratulations! You finally shed the title "British" and became "Irish" for good, except some fussy folks to the north, and for that I'm proud of you.
It seems you're not so different from America. Dublin, at least - I didn't get to see the old blood that flows through Ireland, the farms in the middle and port cities of the west. The parts I did get to meet reminded me of home in New Orleans. You're a strange beast, filled with people who've been through a lot. Tired and proud. We're like that too. Besides, we both like ignoring the plentiful garbage cans around our fair (if cluttered) cities. We both take our sports seriously (Saints fans to the grave - and yet we'll never be as intense as your loyalty to county teams). We're both old and falling apart in places, but that adds to the local charm. Our streets don't make any sense to outsiders, but we locals don't get lost. Our streets curve around the river, and yours carry all the mad directions of cobblestone roads you've had for centuries.
It's been grand.
This isn't goodbye - I'll be back one day. More than one day, if I'm lucky. Say hi to Dublin for me, and fuss at Northern Ireland for throwing a tantrum again.
Cheers,
Marisa
Monday, July 29, 2013
Saying Goodbye Is Hard.
Coming home after eating our last dinner together was special. It was our last bus ride all together. The last time we sung songs in off-key unison. The last time we giggled and laughed at each others jokes. As amazing as I felt, we felt, it was bittersweet.
Getting off the bus we had a few minutes to freshen up then back out in front off the apartments to be given our certificates. As Connor, our playful academic advisor, passed the certificates out Luke ,our resident drama queen, started the waterworks. Thus leading to a domino effect, where half the group was left bawling the eyes out. Including me, the biggest mess of the group, having a very close to literal river running down my face into a pool of eyeliner and mascara that settled on the shoulder of whomever I was crying on.
I couldn't say goodbye. I feel in love hard and quick with Dublin. The cobblestone streets and rolling green landscapes captured my heart and I wasn't ready to break up. Late that night I toyed with the idea of "missing" my flight and becoming a beggar near St.Stephen's green but I chickened out.
Waking up Friday morning I fought back tears riding the bus to the airport. The thought of leaving finally set in and I promise I was on the verge to a panic attack. I couldn't leave, my life back at home sucked in comparison. My heart was breaking in my chest as we flew over New Orleans. I saw the superdome and my European adventure was over. One tear escaped my eyes as I begged silently to myself to go back, Ireland was now my unofficial home. I found a little part of who I was in Ireland. I grew up. But I couldn't let go, not just yet.
The moment I got home I took out a clover I picked on my first day and pinned it on my wall. It's a small token to represent something so much bigger. A life changing expirence that brought a whole new meaning to what Ireland really is.
Sunday, July 28, 2013
Students are a Silly Bunch
Never have I come into contact with a sillier bunch than young people.
Everything is new to us, we don't have daily existential stress or taxes to worry about, and we've got more energy than anybody older than us. We're curious, we ask questions, and we like thinking that we can all do something revolutionary and create something original. Who knows? Maybe we can, I'm just one of the young and naive.
What I, the young and naive, do know is that random silliness crosses cultural barriers. I've said before that there were Italians all over the place on campus, but there were also Canadians, Russians, Spaniards, Britons, and even a few Irish students. That said, languages didn't matter. Almost all the other student groups were at UCD to learn English, but we all crossed over and made friends out of mutual interest in silliness.
For a few anecdotes:
On Luke's eighteenth birthday, our four Russian friends came up to him and asked him how old he was turning. Upon learning his new age, they pulled his earlobes eighteen times, simply because that is what you do when a friend has a birthday.
When we played Capture the Flag with a bunch of Italians, after a roughly translated explanation, none of them quite understood the point of the game. And yet they ran around tagging everybody anyway. Points for enthusiasm!
One evening, a new group of Spanish kids made a dramatic entrance through our little square of apartments. They paraded the Spanish flag and sang what I'm assuming was the national anthem. I never got their names or why they were at UCD, but they made abundantly clear that they were from Spain.
My second favorite story:
I was coming back from a walk when I saw a guy standing in front of a giant puddle of water. He stood in front of a bush at the foot of the facade of one of the three-story apartments, which had all its windows wide open. In the third floor window was a girl holding a cooking pot filled with water.
I paused to figure out what was going on when he lunged at the bush, and she dumped the water out the window, aiming at the guy on the ground. She ran out of sight giggling, refilled the pot, and returned to her spot at the window.
He saw me looking confused and explained that he'd lost a football in the bushes. The girl had decided to thwart his attempts by pouring water at him. By the looks of the puddle, she was succeeding.
(For closure, Mike, one of our group, came to the Irish guy's rescue and dove into the bush to get the football while the girl aimed water at the Irish guy. The football was recovered and John Wayne rode off into the sunset.)
And my first favorite story:
After visiting Dalkey Castle, we were given an hour to roam around the tourist area of the coastal town of Dalkey. I walked into a little grocery store with a butcher shop and tons of pickled vegetable combinations. One jar said "aubergine," and I asked the cashier guy what that was.
"You're American, huh?" Yep, how'd you guess?
We chatted a bit about some different words between Queen's English and American English. He said Americans use a different word for coriander, but he couldn't remember what it was. I had no idea either, so I said good day and wandered around Dalkey further along the same street.
When I was walking back towards the meeting spot along the street, Cashier Guy ran out of the store as I passed, shouted, "CILANTRO! It's cilantro," and returned to the store. I laughed and continued on my merry way.
So, naturally, I want to learn thirty languages now, so I can travel all over and have more experiences like these. Maybe not thirty languages, but I certainly don't want to stay in America all my life!
We're back home! But we're not quite done yet.
What those days have held is more than any of us could possibly type, but I'l try to clean up for what we're missing as best I can!
We have only a few posts left, but we'll keep it engaging for the four of you still reading after our absence.
More to come soon.
Wednesday, July 24, 2013
Shopping Burns 175 Calories a Hour....Right?
Thirty Minutes Early
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
A Day of PR and IN-NOLA Business (with link to radio show podcast!)
Monday, July 22, 2013
Gaelic Football at Croke Park
Sunday, July 21, 2013
Vikings, Jewelry, and Gaelic Football
Nothing all too impressive to report from the morning- just lectures about what has happened in recent times and the usual dash to get in the Starbucks line before everyone else. After lunch we headed downtown for the Viking Splash tour! Excitedly hopping onto the truck/boat, we put on our viking hats and set off. Much to our surprise, the tour guide began to speak in a Northern Ireland accent, making it essentially impossible for us to understand a single word he was saying. Half the time it didn't even sound like English! However, we turned it into a fun game and attempted to make out what he was saying or try to guess anyway. Driving around the city and yelling "ARGHHH" at innocent passer-bys was quite enjoyable. Sometimes tourists who'd already gone on the tour would yell it right back, and one time we actually got into an "argh"ing war with two kids in the car next to us. Driving into the water was probably the scariest thing about it. After getting life jackets and attaching eight massive flotation devices to the duck boat, we literally drove into the water and continued the tour (we didn't get splashed, though), looping back around to give us just a glimpse of what it was like in that part of town.
After the Viking tour we had about an hour of free time to walk around the city of Dublin for a little bit and buy some souvenirs or go shopping. Many girls (including me) decided to buy one of the Irish Claddagh rings, representing love, loyalty, and friendship. There are many different traditions and rules that people apply to the way the ring is worn. For example, if the tip of the heart is facing outwards, it means that you are looking for love.
Once we returned to the UCD campus, we walked back to our apartments, and changed in order to get ready for Gaelic football lesson!! Our first of the trip! Most of the 2 hours were spent learning how to actually play the sport and practicing with the ball (it looks like a volleyball but is almost as hard as a soccer ball). Surprisingly enough, we were actually quite good, and the matches were fun to watch. Unfortunately, I sprained my finger during one of the warmup drills and was unable to play during the actual game, but it was actually very enjoyable watching everyone run around (skillfully) passing the ball around this way and that. You have to be so talented to play Gaelic football. It really is a sport that strains every single muscle in your body, so you have to be fit from head to toe. Next we're going to try out hurling, so hopefully that works out well.
Scrubbing Bubbles...
Though I admit she was thinking ahead when packing the Vicks vapor rub and duct tape, as they both came in handy. When Erin sprained her finger we made a homemade splint with duct tape and q-tips. The Vicks is particularly handy right now that I'm fighting this cough and stuffy nose. So this is for you Ma: Thanks, but when you help me pack for college, can you leave the scrubbing bubbles at home?
Friday, July 19, 2013
Zaire on Gaelic Football
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Irish Efficiency
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
The Italians on Campus
Fox Gloves and The Legend of Blue #7
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Saturday, July 13, 2013
A First Look at Traditional Music and Dance
Finally, after eating a hearty lunch, we all went back to the International Lounge in anticipation of what we'd all been looking forward to that day; the traditional music interactive workshop. Gathering around our guest like little children waiting to hear a bedtime story, we couldn't help but wonder what foreign instruments were going to be pulled out of the black cases at the front of the room. The most intriguing of all, however, was most definitely the massive horn shaped like the letter "s". We heard songs played on instruments such as a mandolin, a bodhrán (a frame drum), and the horn, each one more interesting than the next. It was almost as if the songs were putting us into a trance. I remember feeling like I'd drifted off to another world after the music from the horn had been played (there are many different names for these horns I've come to realize, and I don't want to call it the wrong thing, so I'm just going to call it a horn- I'm sorry). It was the strangest thing!
But the best was yet to come; after dinner we would get to experience true Irish dancing. Arriving a little too early at the dance hall, we all sat down in a circle outside and played- you guessed it (or didn't)- duck duck goose. Unfortunately the grass was slippery, so half of us almost wiped out, which surprisingly made the experience about ten times more enjoyable. Eventually it was time to go inside, all of us much more excited that we thought we were going to be. We may be horrible dancers, but hey, having fun with it is all that matters. We did look quite ridiculous, however, dancing next to some of the students on the program who are essentially Irish dancing professionals. They knew exactly what they were doing. Every one of us got up to join at least one of the dances (more like all of them) and had the time of our lives. Many were even adventurous enough to dance with complete strangers! All in all, we had quite the exhausting day. Once again, it took about 5 seconds to fall asleep once we got back to the dorms. I have a feeling this is what it's going to be like every night from now on...
Also, don't forget to check out the flickr link for more pictures! We update it daily:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/ernge27/sets/72157634564316991/
Irish University Cafeteria Food
Friday, July 12, 2013
The Rocky Flight to Dublin
This post is actually about our journey to Ireland from the 10th-11th (the above date is incorrect due to time zone differences)
Note: Readers will be subjected to post titles containing puns from Celtic folk songs. I apologize in advance.
Also, if you'll forgive some formatting errors, I'm still getting used to the mobile version!
Arrival in Dublin: 6:55AM.Oh, boy.
And now, the flight.
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Zaire's Essay
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Introducing my Inanimate Travel Companion
It's so adorable! |
After a little budgerigar research, I found out that the figurine in question is female (source), and so I set to name it either something elaborate and French-sounding (think "Bernadette" or "Clementine") or something simple and amusingly unfit for a parakeet (think "Wanda" or "Dolores").
I decided on Evangeline. Evangeline the pocket-size plastic budgie.
The name Evangeline came from honoring local Cajun heritage and from one poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow about Acadians falling in love while being run out of Canada. Also, in Disney's Princess and the Frog, the goofy Cajun firefly's romantic interest was a star he called Evangeline.
She will be more well-traveled than actual feathery budgies, and you'll see her in some of the pictures I post on here. Hopefully she'll come with me wherever I happen to travel, to Ireland and beyond!
Three Cheers for the Irish Network!
Specifically, the Irish Network New Orleans.
Thanks to them, we four lucky people are headed to Ireland on this wonderful program which we keep going on about.
I'm still trying to figure out how to add the IN-NOLA logo and a link to their website in the sidebar, so in the meantime...
For more information, the Irish Network New Orleans website is right here.
How Zaire Got Into This Thing
At first, it was not my intention to do the scholarship program. But, I'm happy I did it.
The after school program that I attend. One of the tutors pulled me and a friend of mine to the side to tell us about the scholarship. At first I did not care about it. So, I waited a few hours; then I started the 500 word essay. It took my friend and myself a few hours to finish our essays. The tutor helped us with the corrections and made sure we met the deadline of entry into the scholarship contest.
A few days passed and I said to my friend, "Let's start looking for a summer job," because I didn't think we would be one of the ones to finalize and win. I told my friend that I would like to be working for the summer. I didn't have the patience and time to be waiting around to find out if I was going to be one of the finalists.
And, by luck or faith (don't know which one it was), I received the email telling me I was one of the finalists. I was shocked and surprised - I wasn't expecting it! But, now I'm on my way to the experience of a lifetime.
So, I would like to say to the Irish Network, thank you for the opportunity.
Monday, July 1, 2013
More About the Program
University College Dublin
More about the Summer High School Program
(or "Programme" as the Queen's English of the website states)
• Introduction to Gaelic football & hurling
• Viking Splash Tour
• Kilmainham Gaol and IMMA
• Natural History Museum
• National Gallery
• Croke Park Museum
• Photography competition
• Neolitic Tomb at Newgrange
• Glendalough, Co. Wicklow
Matter of fact, here's a link to the brochure for exactly what we're doing!
Provisional Outline of Schedule, UCD Summer School 2013 (PDF)
Image source: ucd.ie
How Marisa Got Into This Thing
The soundtrack always began with whatever Party City had deemed Irish that year, and ended with Texas roadhouse karaoke, in the true American way.
And that was my introduction to the Republic of Ireland.
So, fast-forward a couple years, I'm now in high school.
My school's college counselor regularly forwards emails to everybody about random scholarships, college visits, summer program opportunities, etc. One day, an email caught my eye: this one promised a full scholarship to a two-week summer program at UCD in Dublin. The only requirements were a 3.0 GPA and a well-thought-out 500 word essay on why Ireland and New Orleans should be friends.
All I knew about Ireland was what I'd absorbed from the parade culture (mostly about alcohol and the color green), and that the people had been fighting among themselves for nearly a century (I had no idea why, but I did know the country was split in two because of it).
Nevertheless, of course I decided to apply, because two weeks in a new place with new people sounds exciting! Especially overseas. Plus I could be one less American who doesn't know what's going on outside the states.
I remember looking at the application, immediately filling out the easy part (name, contact information, GPA, the usual), and then waiting til nearly the last minute to write the essay. There were two different dates listed as the deadline, which confused me, and I know I panic-emailed Ms. Caruso (my school's college counselor) a bunch of times. I wrote my essay a couple days before the due date and made sure to edit it so that it didn't compromise my nervous mind.
Thankfully, she was patient, and the gods of fortune and eloquence were kind, and so here I am!
Image sources: wwltv.com, tripadvisor.ie, respectively
How Alexis Got Into This Thing
I was tricked.
Yes, I was tricked but the outcome was well worth it. My friend wanted to stay after school for tutoring and like the good friend I am I stayed with her, staying unwitting to her true intentions. After about ten minutes of "tutoring" she dragged me to Mr. Gallin's classroom to get some imaginary paperwork, where she soon after ditched me, only replying "Its for your own good!" when I asked her where she was going. I didn't know it at the moment, but my friend had put me in the right place at the right time whether I liked it or not. In that room that afternoon I received an application for the scholarship and decided a closed mouth doesn't get fed so I started writing an essay.
About 3 grueling hours later I came up with an okay rough draft. The same teacher from earlier helped me revise and through that I found my biggest problem (besides grammatical errors) was that I didn't know enough about the actually place. I only knew that Ireland was the native home of fashion designer JW Anderson. I became culturally aware that Ireland was alike New Orleans because of educational and economic reasoning. This essay was no longer about going to Ireland to see if i could shop at the United Kingdom retailer Primark it was my chance to get out of my little fishbowl of ignorance and explore a place I've never been. American can be known for its lack of knowledge when it comes foreign affairs but I didn't want that to be me. So this could really be the first step in a globally aware me.
After completing the essay I waited and waited until the email arrived. Once I read that I was a finalist I was past excited, past ecstatic, words can't and won't ever describe that feeling I felt. I worked on my video the next day at school and sent off my finishing touches to my final entry, praying and hoping. Fast forward through the gala and those minutes after winning with the other finalists due to the generosity of the people in the room and people I've never seen will probably be the most exhilarating moment ever. I felt vindicated. It felt as if the weight of the world was finally lifted off my shoulders after weeks of doing of no sleep and random mood swings. I can finally breathe and now in the weeks before the trip of a lifetime, I'm back to those random mood swings and no sleep, not because of stress from the unknown but because of excitement for what's to come.
How Erin Got Into This Thing
The whole school year I had been searching for some kind of summer program to participate in, and none of them really struck my fancy. This one, however, stood out to me for some reason. Well, actually not just for some reason. My family heritage traces back to Ireland, and I feel like this connection is what made UCD's program appealing to me.
At first I thought, How am I going to get all this paperwork filled out, bring it to a lawyer to get notarized, figure out what I am going to write about for my essay, write the actual essay, AND ask someone to look over it with me all in the next 24 hours?? There was no way that an essay written in such a short time period would get me anywhere. However, it sounded like too much of an incredible opportunity to simply pass it up and say that 24 hours was not enough time. I could do it. So I ignored all the schoolwork I still had left to finish for the next day and began to fill out the application. I may have had to pull an almost-all-nighter to finish everything, but I'm pretty sure anyone would say that it was worth it.
It's the next day. I'm sitting on a bench outside Newman waiting for my mom to come with the sealed paperwork, 4:08 p.m., about an hour before everything is due. 4:09 p.m. 4:10 p.m. I'm beginning to get restless. Suddenly, my mom pulls up. Scrambling to the car, I yell a quick "Thanks, mom! Love you!" and then run back inside to the nearest scanner. My hands are almost shaking. I have to get this in on time. I fumble for the flash drive, plug it in to my computer, and open up my email. 4:27 p.m. Looking over my essay one last time, I place all the scanned documents into one email, and hover my finger over the left clicker. Let's just check it over one more time, I think, paranoid that I may have overlooked a mistake. But time is running out. Forcing myself to just click the button already, I send the email off to the Irish Network, my hopes and prayers not too far behind.
Lesson learned: 24 hours is always enough time.
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Marisa's Essay
Erin's Essay
New Orleans has a very strong connection to the Irish people and the culture they bring to the city. The city is famous for being a melting pot of many different cultures and traditions, the Irish being one of them. Just as it is important to maintain the connection between New Orleans and France or Spain, it is also important to keep the connection between New Orleans and Ireland just as strong, for many have yet to realize that the Irish actually had a huge impact on the Crescent City.
Erin Reily, 2013
Alexis's Essay
The connection Ireland and New Orleans may not be apparent to some but there are strong, distinctive qualities that bring both places together in ways that are still important and relevant in 2013.
Both New Orleans and Ireland have faced hardships head on and have come back with a resilience that has made them stronger than they were in the past. The collapse of Ireland’s economy in 2008 parallels New Orleans going through Hurricane Katrina. Ireland’s economic crash caused a huge spike in unemployment, foreclosures, and expensive bailouts for big businesses, sending them into a recession. Hurricane Katrina had similar impacts; the misplacement of residents and billions of dollars of destroyed infrastructure. Though Ireland’s and New Orleans’ loss wasn't a disaster of the same origin, both places came crashing down from being the best. The restructuring done by both places is inspiring and sheds an even greater light on the importance of their connection. New Orleans has come back with a fighting spirit, quickly building from the ground up. Since Katrina, New Orleans has rebuilt many of their blighted neighborhoods, has hosted major events like Super Bowl, and survived the Gulf oil spill. Ireland has also come back in amazing ways, such as changing g in banking structure and reform of the labor market and taxation.
Also New Orleans is trying new measures in education, just like Ireland. The connection between these two efforts is that both places are moving away from private institutions and beginning to strengthen their public education system. This connection is especially in that both are taking the risk which will affect many students’ education and future. New Orleans can take a valuable lesson on what does and does not work when it comes to education and the same goes for Ireland.
In 2013, this connection is important because as two very different places going through similar things of equal relevance, both Ireland and New Orleans can learn from each other and grow beyond belief. The connection between Ireland and New Orleans is stronger than most and is more important than ever. This connection is a great resource for both places, which is probably the best part of the alliance between them, and is greatly appreciated this just shows how the most unlikely of relationships can work out to be truly magical and helpful to both parties.
Alexis Calderon, 2013
Sunday, June 16, 2013
The Essays Themselves (updated with LINKS!)
So how'd we earn this trip?
Irish Network New Orleans (IN-NOLA), the local attachment to IN-USA, was offering a scholarship. According to the forwarded email:
This summer, IN-NOLA will be sending some deserving New Orleans high school juniors to University College Dublin to attend a two week summer program designed to show high school students a glimpse of college life in Ireland.Each of us heard about it different ways (our individual stories are linked below), but the application was the same. The only real requirement was a GPA at or above a 3.0, and the application asked for only some basic contact information. The only way to distinguish ourselves from the rest was the application essay:
"Please tell us in 500 words or less why is the connection between New Orleans and Ireland important in 2013?"
At least they asked politely.
Essentially, we had to convince them that we understood their motive behind sending four high school kids across the pond.
But hey, free trip to Ireland, right?
And so, we took to our keyboards, did a little research, and away we went.
Each of our stories: (not updated yet - still working on it!)
Each of our essays:
Wednesday, June 12, 2013
Greetings! Let us introduce ourselves.
Chicken silliness aside, let's get started.
Image source: Tumblr. Prior source unknown.