Weather or Not

Where to begin. The weather has been strange for the past few days. It was snowing when I last wrote and the next day everything was covered in ice. Most students thought the school would close for the day because the campus was icy and because most students go home on the weekend and they were stuck there because of the weather. However, school was still on so I went to my classes. On Monday I went to French and European Art and Architecture. I made it to school unscathed, but on the way home I fell over onto my knees. A girl came up to me and asked if I was alright. I said "Yep, It was inevitable. I had to fall eventually." She replied "Its okay I fell back there except I fell on my arse."

That night we went to The Franciscan, a pub/brewery, and heard some music and hung out. When I say we, I mean the other students I went through Arcadia with and two Irish guys who have become the Americans chaperon's and are my friends' roommates. On the way home from the pub we were slipping all over the ice and Tiernan, Irishman one, took an unexpected spill. It was glorious. His roommate Bobby slid confidently down the sidewalk, until he too ate pavement. Good times.

By Tuesday the ice melted, but what melted it was the rain and the rain and the rain. I am sure you have already deduced, but it rained all day. Tuesday I went to French and Aspects of Irish Folklore and Art History again. Just to get it out of the way, I am also taking Women and Literature and Representations of New York in Film and Photography. I walked soggily home after class. Later that night we hung out in one of my friends apartments and went to Gorby's where there was a get together for the international students. Then to bed.

Today, Wednesday, the weather is more mild. All I have done so far is go to class. Tonight I am going to make a lasagna and some cookies. I can't wait. It'll be my first time cooking in a Celsius oven. In a little while some of us are going to the English Market, so-called because only English people were allowed to shop there when Ireland was under British rule. The English Market is basically a giant indoor farmers market. After that off to Tesco, a supermarket, for the rest of the ingredients. I hope I can carry it all back. More on that as the story progresses.

That's all for now friends and fam.