Baby Cubs in Dubs

Although my life is currently being monopolized by some semblance of "studying" I realize that I have been misrepresenting myself.  Admittedly,  I have been writing about all of the incredible places that I have been visiting during the day, but have neglected the ever important late night outings that are filled with nothing short of debauchery. What would studying abroad be without the nights that I can barely remember? Thankfully, I have pictures.  

So, here's a little peak into Thursday at  The Palace. Don't let the name fool you- packed with sweaty bodies, synthetic fog, and neon strobes, this is a place where class and modesty go to die. Naturally, I spent most of the night lecturing the first years ( mainly, Dónal who is beautifully captured below) on changing their majors and speaking about my views on life as a mature 22 year old. How embarrassing ( for me, not for them...)


Beginnings:

Lauren and me

Gilia and Pam

Ronan and me

10 cup

Getting there...

Little known fact: Duvel is 8.5% alcohol

The Palace in all its glory 

Nice sweater, Dónal

betches love rhinestones

Dan in all his glory

Welcome to Ireland

Dónal and Mairead

taking a break

Current State:

With one week left of classes followed by three weeks of studying/finals, I'm starting to come to terms with the fact that I will have to leave this place. Although it feels as though I have been in Ireland for much longer than a few months, it doesn't quite feel like it's time to go. I remember having "nightmares" a few months ago where I would "wake up" in my room at home in Palmyra. In the dream, my mom would tell me that it was June and that I had come home the day before. I was completely crushed, thinking that I still had more time. 

Although I am excited to see my family and friends stateside, I am very happy that I still have a little over a month here.  Now, back to "studying..."