Well, I’ve been in Ireland nearly a week now. So instead of giving you a bunch of boring paragraphs, I thought I’d give the “run down,” so to speak.
Wednesday March 25: My flight at RDU was supposed to leave right on time. Actually, it only left 10 minutes late because of taxing on the runway. But I tell you, it was the first time I’d been on a plane where the pilot was all excited because we were actually ready to go at the right time. Yee-haw! We arrived in Newark around7ish I suppose. I ate dinner at a diner in the airport and then went to sit and wait for my flight to board at 9. I discovered I had an audiobook of Pride and Prejudice on my ipod I had forgotten about and so it helped me pass the time away. I was wearing my ASU sweatshirt, and wouldn’t you know one of the flight attendants on the plane had a son who goes there! She was super nice the whole way and even let me put my bookbag in the flight attendants’ closet because there was no space in the overhead (I was in a bulkhead seat so I couldn’t put it at my feet). I had taken a Tylenol PM in the airport and as soon as we had taken off, I made myself comfortable and promptly fell asleep.
Thursday March 26: I slept the whole night (woke up only once when they were serving dinner, which I opted not to eat) and woke when they brought out breakfast. It wasn’t much, but I had coffee to keep me awake. I spent the last hour of the flight watching Casablanca in the personal TVs that Continental puts on their planes (awesome, btw). I didn’t finish it, but hey, I’ve seen it 3.4 million times. I landed without a hitch in Dublin and got throught customs quickly. I got lucky because they customs room filled as soon as I had gotten in line–I would have been there forever! I got my bags, again easy, and went to ask some info about the bus I was to take to meet my host sisters. As it turned out, there was a a bus coming at 10:00 am (which we hadn’t known about) and I took it straight into Shankill, where my family lives. Because I was there an hour earlier than we had planned, I had to drag two suitcases into a pub (yes, there was one open at 10:30 in the morning!) and call my family. What a sight I must have been to the barman and the old drunk (yes, again, Ireland) man on the stool! I called Karen and she and Aly came straight away to meet me. It was only a short walk back to our house. They showed me to my room and I started unpacking (yes, Mom, first thing, believe it or not!). I skyped my mom and took a short nap and spent the rest of the afternoon getting to know the girls and Kathy (James was still out of town at a conference). First full meal in Ireland: pasta!
Friday March 27: I slept in to overcome the jetlag and spent the rest of the day hanging out at the house resting. I watched a little TV and didn’t do much, until everyone got home around four. We went shopping for dinner and bought…pizza. You know I was happy! The family I’m staying with is simply lovely! We’ve gotten on very well and they are so helpful. They help me run errands, point me in the right direction, and invite me where ever they are going. I love them and feel soo fortunate staying here. I love their daughters, Karen and Aly (16 and 13) and we’ve gotten along so well. I feel like their older sister! ![]()
Saturday March 28: I went into Dublin with James and Kathy via the DART (Dublin Area Rapid Transit…basically, the subway above ground) around 10 that morning. The city is fantastic. I can’t really compare it to any city in the US, but it’s the perfect blend of the modern and the old. The Georgian architeture is beautiful! At the Dublin Vistor center, I met up with the other American students in the area. We spend the day exploring the city and taking pictures of everything from St. Patrick’s Cathedral to Liffey. It was brilliant. We ate dinner that night at a pub and watched the first half of the Ireland v. Bulgaria qualifying game for the World Cup, before taking the DART back home. That night, I watched The Boy in Stripped Pyjamas with the family. Talk about a beautifully depressing movie. Needless to say, I’m reading the book now.
Sunday March 29: I slept in a bit late and didn’t get to go to church as I had hoped. Instead, I lunched with my family and then headed out to where Rachel, the other girl from ASU, is living–Killiney. We spent the day hiking Killiney hill (passing Bono’s house as we did so!) and then walked into Dalkey. I have to think we walked a good several miles. I was exhausted, but it was amazing! The views here are absoluetly gorgeous!
Monday March 30: Monday was my first day at All Saint’s National School (oh yeah, I am here to student teach, aren’t I?). The school is TINY! There are about 50 students in total, ranging in ages from 4-12. It’s not a one room school house, but it’s almost. In the mornings I work with 4-7 year olds, 8-10 year olds in the early afternoon, and 11-12 year olds in the late afternoon. Next week (after Easter) my schedule will change a bit. It’s sooooooooo different from high school. There is one little girl I absoluetly love already, and I can’t wait to keep working with the rest of them. I may prefer secondary, but it’s such an amazing experience in every other way, that it’s ok. Afterschool I couldn’t figure out how to work the key to our house (lame, I know), so I walked around Shankill and explored for 20 minutes or so until I came back home to find Karen there. Again, it was a bit of a lazy day hanging out with the family, but I like it that way. Dinner: Irish Breakfast….mmmmm
Tuesday March 31: Today was much the same as Monday. Nancy, the little girl I love, gave me a sweet card she had made. I really like all of the other teachers at the school. There’s also another student teacher from Spain who is great! She doesn’t speak English very well, but she’s super nice. Afterschool, I got in the house by myself (James had to teach me how to use the key again! haha!) and watched 24 with Karen before planning for my first lesson tomorrow. I’m teaching the American Revolution to 5th and 6th class (11-12 year olds). I have NO idea how it’s going to go, mostly because I have NO idea how to teach that age, but I’m excited. It’s wonderful that I’m going to be able to teach what I love, but still make it relevant to these kids (it spurned an Irish Revolution in 1798). Well that’s it so far–I can’t wait to see what comes next!





