Orienting yourself with your surroundings

So orientation all day, but maybe something about the surreal state of being in Ireland made it a little bit easier than orientations back home. It was about 10 minutes into the first one that I made myself consciously aware of the fact that indeed, someone was talking to me in an Irish accent. I think that's a good thing. I'm getting a little more used to the situation.  After shuffling to and from free food events/orientation programs/James Joyce library/residences...

...I'm trying to summon up a second wind to meet up with a couple of friends down on south campus at the Castle. Yea, we have one on campus, I realize we're pretty cool.

It's really just like first year all over again, meeting people, attempting to remember names, but instead remembering what school they went to, something interesting about them, or where their hometown in the Northeast is. Seriously. everyone here. Another thing is that everyone is a junior from a Jesuit/Franciscan university and studying Business.

Tomorrow I'm heading out to go grocery shopping with my roommates from BC and hopefully to explore the city a little bit. I think I'm at least compotent enough to follow the bus system now. #fingerscrossed #imisstweetingthis


First impressions:

1. Milk- The cheapest thing in the world
2. Maybe apparently means no. Because "the irish are genuinely polite people and don't want to disappoint you"
3. People actually believe in leprechauns. It's not just a stereotype.
4. Talk about an emotional roller coaster. 
5. The poster was for all you harry potter fans. PARTY IN A CASTLE. WITH NEVILLE!