And suddenly there is light!
I got an email from IU, saying that half of my money should be posted tomorrow, or by Monday. Hooray!!!! So the starving artist is no longer. And really, even though nothing bad happened to me, I don't think I'm impressed with the having no money thing. I need a financial backer so I can write poetry. Feel free to sign up at the end of this post :)
Had my Art History class today. Taught by the weirdest woman ever. She takes us to museums around the city, wanders around with us a bit, and then leaves us there, assuming we know how to get home. Which we've managed to figure out both times, but jeez, lady, give us a break. She's taking us on a field trip on Monday, so if I get left in the Irish countryside, you won't hear from me for a while.
Went on a slightly different sort of walking tour of Dublin today, one that sort of showed us the underbelly of the city. It was really sort of shocking, to be able to see the smokestacks of the Guinness brewery, and have our instructor tell us that everyone in the flats in front of us knew or was related to someone who had died a herion or AIDS related death. These places were barely off the tourist-beaten path, and yet invisible to us. Darren, that's our instructor, stopped to talk a girl he used to social work for. She was weary looking, lined in the face, and her hair was long, stringy, but she met him with a big hug and smile. There was a hospital band around one wrist and tracks up both of her arms. Darren asked after her six-year-old son and her new baby. The baby had been stillborn, not a week ago, and she was out and about. She was 23, by the way, and looked more than 30.
I've spent the evening trying to plan my spring semester, and I think I've got it all worked out. I'm going to relax my class load, and probably only take 12 hours. With my free time, I'm going to pick up both a job and an internship, and hopefully grant money along with the internship. When the summer rolls around, hopefully I'll have my parents (along with most of my credit card bill) paid off, and I'll be able to hold onto the job for cash, and maybe find another small hours internship in town, or be able to look out of town for a paid one.
On a non-Ireland note...thoughts and prayers out to the Snyder family. RIP, David, we all love and miss you.
Good night, my loved ones, and sleep well.
Had my Art History class today. Taught by the weirdest woman ever. She takes us to museums around the city, wanders around with us a bit, and then leaves us there, assuming we know how to get home. Which we've managed to figure out both times, but jeez, lady, give us a break. She's taking us on a field trip on Monday, so if I get left in the Irish countryside, you won't hear from me for a while.
Went on a slightly different sort of walking tour of Dublin today, one that sort of showed us the underbelly of the city. It was really sort of shocking, to be able to see the smokestacks of the Guinness brewery, and have our instructor tell us that everyone in the flats in front of us knew or was related to someone who had died a herion or AIDS related death. These places were barely off the tourist-beaten path, and yet invisible to us. Darren, that's our instructor, stopped to talk a girl he used to social work for. She was weary looking, lined in the face, and her hair was long, stringy, but she met him with a big hug and smile. There was a hospital band around one wrist and tracks up both of her arms. Darren asked after her six-year-old son and her new baby. The baby had been stillborn, not a week ago, and she was out and about. She was 23, by the way, and looked more than 30.
I've spent the evening trying to plan my spring semester, and I think I've got it all worked out. I'm going to relax my class load, and probably only take 12 hours. With my free time, I'm going to pick up both a job and an internship, and hopefully grant money along with the internship. When the summer rolls around, hopefully I'll have my parents (along with most of my credit card bill) paid off, and I'll be able to hold onto the job for cash, and maybe find another small hours internship in town, or be able to look out of town for a paid one.
On a non-Ireland note...thoughts and prayers out to the Snyder family. RIP, David, we all love and miss you.
Good night, my loved ones, and sleep well.
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