I'm an undergraduate at Furman University studying Chemistry while being passionate about theatre and improv. The following outlines my escapades in the lands of Éire (birthplace of Bernard Shaw, Butler Yeats, Beckett, and Bono) and the United Kingdom, "the country of Shakespeare, Churchill, the Beatles, Sean Connery, Harry Potter, David Beckham's right foot... David Beckham's left foot, come to that."
Ok, this week has gone by really quickly, and I’m still behind. I’m going to do my best to catch up. I really want to document my first week in London, but I really need to finish up the tour now, don’t I? I’m feeling a bit removed from these stops at this point, but here we go. Friday the 19th we went to Lindisfarne Priory in a city called Holy Island that can only be reached at low tide because the only way to access the almost-island is by one causeway that can become water-logged very easily. The Lindisfarne Gospels were written there and St. Cuthbert lived at the Priory making it famous, but that’s about all I can tell you about the gospels because that’s yet another thing being taught in the medieval literature
... read moreOk, so this has taken a really long time to accomplish, but I have made it to London so I finally have me feet back on the ground again for long enough to throw together some blogage. I’m sorry I didn’t update at all on the tour, but it was enough to handle without trying to type up all that was going on. I wish I had kept up with it better as it went along, but I’ve taken some notes and tons of pictures, so I’m going to attempt to piece together the coach tour as well as I can. I also don’t want to make this a gigantic rush of information, so I’m going to split the tour into two big chunks to make it easier for me to bake and you to chew.
... read moreAfter most of my third week in Dublin, here are the (debatably) exciting parts: Friday was gross... or as Ingle would say, mis. It was the first day that it rained for most of the day. I went out when it stopped raining for a jaunt about town. I found the hearing aid shop that is Bono’s namesake and U2’s original studio on Windmill Lane that is now absolutely covered with graffiti. Unfortunately, it’s not U2-worship graffiti, but it’s still a sight to see. It started to rain again on my way back, so I lazily spent the rest of the day reading and napping in sweats. On Saturday morning we went to the site where the Battle of the Boyne was fought. This is the most important battle that ever took place in the United
... read moreThe title refers to a question about an actual fox that was spotted by an anonymous student on the way back to XXX last night. The response from another student who will also go unnamed was, “Honestly, when you asked me that question, I thought you were referring to Dr. Barrington...” Back by popular demand! Sorry for the extended hiatus, folks, but I have returned. Here’s a rundown of the past few days. If you’ve only got a bit of time, skip to the end because you will NOT want to miss the last part. If you have time, read the whole thing and enjoy the build-up to the climax at the end: Monday: After class, Riley, Ingle, Ashton, and I made a trip to the bay area. We basically walked to the River Liffey and
... read moreThe title was something we heard yelled at a man on a bicycle who had nearly hit another fellow who was walking along the street. Many expletives followed, but I thought I’d just leave it at that. We heard this yesterday as we left campus to stroll down O’Connell Street. (By the way, my favorite part of class Thursday morning was Dr. Barington’s description of how the British claimed that James III was actually an illegitimate child as he had been smuggled into the bed of Mary of Modena in a bed pan while she was in labor. Just thought I’d throw that in before I forgot.) Aside from the many monuments of important historic figures in Irish history along O’Connell, one establishment of note was the Gate Theatre. Ben, John, Ingle, and I all decided
... read moreIrritated Female Passerby: Why is this bus here? It needs t’ be moved! Our Bus Driver: It has nothin’ t’ do with me, ma’am. IFP: Where’s the driver of the bus? OBD: No tellin’. I believe he’s gone inside. IFP: (mutters as she walks away) You ARE the driver of the bus… OBD: (looks over at us, laughs heartily, and tells us in a hushed tone) Best to not get into arguments… That was the first conversation I witnessed between two Irish people. I had just stepped off of our bus that had stopped at a gate into Trinity College. The bus was blocking a lane of traffic, and the 30+ students getting off of it and trying to retrieve their luggage from beneath it were blocking the sidewalk. This was not ok for the city
... read moreWell, here we go. I’m cheating a little because I’m still in the states, but I’m a little bit more than 24 hours away from boarding a plane headed to Dublin. I figured I’d kick this off while I still had plenty of time and enough sense to introduce this blog business. In the past few days I’ve packed my life for the next 3 months (and some change) into one green suitcase and my L.L. Bean book bag that I’ve used since 8th grade. I’ve also passed through Greenville to drop a few things off in my apartment for the spring. My stop at Furman was like a teaser trailer for what life would have been if I were staying there for the fall term: there were a lot of dark glimpses of people I
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