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By kennatim

IMG_6515While I can appreciate a good work of art, I am not much of an art museum person and would not exactly call myself an art aficionado. Rather, my most exciting experience involving art has been witnessing the giant politically charged murals in the cities of Northern Ireland this past week. The tension is still very much in the air, after hot conflict known as “The Troubles” occurred all throughout the area between Catholic unionists and Protestant loyalists from the 1960s to the 1990s. The violence, bombings, and riots tore the area apart, and neighborhoods are still visibly divided.

Last week I went for a 2-day, 1-night trip to Belfast with each member of my CIEE Dublin program. It was incredibly interesting to tour the City Centre, neighborhoods which had experienced so much violence, and even the dry dock where the Titanic was built. What made it even better was that I got to take it in with 32 friends. The most interesting section to me was the murals and the memorials surrounding the Catholic and Protestant neighborhoods where violence took place. They were colorful and diverse in nature: involving memorials for murdered children, hatred towards the other side, people picking up arms, commemorating a bombing, international figures like Nelson Mandela and Martin Luther King Jr., support for Palestine, and general intimidation and territory-marking in what could essentially be considered a turf war.

We spoke in hushed tones during our tour, as the city is still vibrant and the effects still lasting. I could not get over how well done artistically many of the murals were, but also the differences in rhetoric between Catholic and Protestant neighborhood murals. While a Protestant mural might reference a heinous crime by a “republican murder gang,” a Catholic mural referencing the same event might commemorate the “heroic IRA freedom fighters.”

The only thing that could come close in tension to Belfast was Derry. I found Derry (called “Londonderry” by loyalists) to be even edgier, as it was a majority Catholic city in Protestant Northern Ireland. Therefore, the majority that felt repressed by the minority (where the famous “Bloody Sunday” took place) was very active in their speech and action against the British and loyalists. There was no shortage of fiery murals here as well. Included in this post is a picture I took with a pro-British mural, an obvious reference to British dominance and destruction of Catholics in Derry, taken in one of the small Protestant neighborhoods. There were murals of children approaching tanks, men ready for war, of more international peace leaders, etc. Some black & white and some in vivid color, some the size of entire buildings, and some accompanying a memorial garden.

I found Derry to be more interesting than Belfast, mostly because I was given a tour by my distant cousin from Galway, Joe McDonagh, who grew up hearing about new violence occurring in Northern Ireland on the news just about every other day. He gave firsthand insight of the importance of the sites, and helped me to understand how different the environment was less than twenty years ago. I also recently found out that a distant cousin of mine was an MP in English Parliament who fought for the rights of Catholics in Northern Ireland, named Bernadette Devlin.

My two escapes to the North were eye opening. We as young Americans can have such an American-focused view towards the world that we do not realize how much emotion and conflict can consume a country we consider to be well civilized and modern. The many murals in Derry and Belfast helped to give me this insight. I hope it is not the last time I visit the North, and I hope the next time I do, it will be continuing its journey to a peaceful society as it has been for the past two decades.

By kennatim

The academic culture here at Dublin City University is remarkably different than at GW. What the difference boils down to is an emphasis on independence. Long texts are simply assigned at the beginning of the semester for reading over the course. There is not much class time during the week and when there is, classes are often near empty. There are no pop quizzes, no assigned readings, minimal presentations, and very infrequent class discussion.

I can handle all of that, but my least favorite new academic component is that the professors here are much less approachable than at home. Fortunately, our staff here at my program, CIEE have been wonderful at bridging that gap.

What the entire semester comes down to is that final paper or final exam. That gives me the chills just writing it. But it seems Irish students are less competitive when it comes to grades. That must be why they can actually withstand eight semesters of waiting for four months to see if you actually understand the material or not. The system has its pros: helping students to become independent, allowing them to explore parts of a subject they might be interested in rather than making certain sections compulsory, and really drawing a line between the go-getters and the slackers. I personally enjoy my American experience, with a more in-depth, hands-on approach. The classes I have done the best in include very active professors and courses that involve frequent quizzing and testing to keep you on your toes. I never thought I would say that I wish I had more tests and quizzes, but they say studying in Europe is all about finding your true self, so here we stand.

While I cannot say I have really enjoyed the differences between Irish and American college education, I have chalked it up as a “cultural learning experience.” It will definitely help me in my approach to unconventional learning in the future. And it has definitely led me to truly appreciate how lucky I am to attend such an amazing university with a system I am so familiar with.

By kathleenmccarthy1

My flight arrived in Dublin at 6:15 AM, 30 minutes before it was scheduled to get in (the luck of the Irish I guess).  I took a bus from the airport that dropped me off 2 blocks from the hotel where the students from my study abroad program were being housed. This would’ve been really convenient but I misunderstood the bus driver’s directions and went 4 blocks in the wrong direction. I had a map that I had printed out so that this wouldn’t happen but it wasn’t detailed enough for me to realize that I was going the wrong way for quite a while so what should have been a two block journey became a 10 block journey. Like I said, it was still very early in the morning but my hotel room wasn’t going to be ready until two in the afternoon. I left my luggage with the hotel staff and, after taking a short nap in the hotel lobby, went to explore Dublin for the first time.

I immediately went to the convenience store across the street and grabbed a snack for myself. I thought about killing some time in coffee shop or eating an authentic Irish breakfast somewhere but I wanted to save as many euros as possible and knew that there would be plenty of time to socialize over food later, so I went with a cheaper option. After that, I set out for a little exploring. I came upon a really large park called St. Stephen’s Green and walked around for a while. It was a Sunday so there were a lot of families there with their kids and it was really nice. I also saw these really odd-looking birds in the park’s pond. They were mixed in with a flock of pigeons but they were roughly twice the size of pigeons and seem like a cross between seagulls, ducks and chickens. They were also really aggressive but the parents in the park were still letting their kids feed them. I guess they were more accustomed to them than I was. I definitely didn’t think I would be exposed to new wildlife in Dublin!

As I made my way back to my hotel I stopped at Trinity College’s campus. Trinity is surrounded by a gate but open to the public since it is a popular tourist attraction (some of the school’s buildings date back to the 1500s). I found Trinity’s campus to be more beautiful than that of any university I’ve ever seen in the US. It looks more like a castle than a college. It also really took me aback to see posters that said “Join Trinity’s Kayaking Club!” and “Looking for a German tutor?” on the wall of a Medieval building.

When I got back to my hotel, the room still wasn’t ready even though it was after two. However, I did discover that another girl studying with the same program as I was had arrived as well.  We bonded while they were preparing our room and decided to have dinner later that night. We were both taken aback by how jammed the streets were with people going in and out of pubs and restaurants and how much was going on. When we found a pub to eat at, we stood inside the doorway awkwardly before someone told us to find a seat. We had been waiting for a hostess like we would in the US! We had a very delicious and filling meal, but the best thing about the pub was definitely the live music. When we finished eating we went to the second floor of the pub to see the band. It’s typically for pubs to have live music most or all nights of the week so as you walk down the street you might here a few different performances on just one block.

Overall, my first day in Ireland was amazing. It’s made me incredibly excited for another day in Dublin and even more excited to continue my journey on to Galway.

By kathleenmccarthy1

My first week in Ireland was probably the most exhausting weeks I’ve ever lived through. By the second day, I was too excited to see as much of Dublin while I was still there to feel any remaining effects of jet lag. As the other students on my program were just arriving, I set out to do some exploring; in the morning I went to see Dublin Castle.

The castle was built in 1204 AD and is still used by the Irish government to hold events and host dignitaries. The cool thing about Dublin Castle is that it has been at the center of most of Ireland’s history. It was built after the Norman invasion of Ireland in the mid-1100s and housed many inmates who were imprisoned during Irish revolutionary efforts. When Ireland gained independence, the castle was handed over to the new government and it has seen every presidential inauguration since. It has also seen many European Council meetings while the Republic of Ireland has served as president of the European Union.

In the afternoon, the students on my program decided we should all do an activity together so we went on a double-decker bus tour of Dublin. These are incredibly cheesy and annoy drivers to no end but it seemed to be the best way to see as much of the city as we possibly could. Dublin seemed to be the type of place that it takes a while to get to know. So, with little time to spend there, it was acceptable to indulge ourselves in shameless tourist behavior.

The next day involved a much more hands on activity: an introduction to Irish sports.  Our program leaders arranged for us to go to a Gaelic Athletic Association (GAA) club and learn how to play “Gaelic games” which include hurling and Gaelic football.  Both of these games can be traced back to the indigenous people of Ireland and are very intense, demanding sports. After watching some videos of the sports we were about to learn, I became hesitant about how aggressive they might get. We were taught Gaelic football first. To me, it seemed like a combination of a lot of other sports. It’s similar to American football in that you kick the ball up from the ground but you can also dribble the ball like you can in basketball. However, you can’t throw it or pick it up with your hands so it is also kind of like soccer. Hurling is a lot like lacrosse but the players use paddles instead of nets to get the ball into the goal. After we were taught the rules of Gaelic football they broke us up into two teams that faced off in a match. Even though we were all trying our best and having a really good time, it was still pretty obvious that we were brand new to the game. The younger kids at the club seemed to get a good laugh out of us being such amateurs at their sports. In Ireland, hurling and Gaelic football are games that kids will usually play from a really young age and are followed by everyone in the country. Seeing a group of young adults playing these sports for the first time and being completely unfamiliar with the rules was probably a rare and hilarious site for many onlookers. Even though playing Gaelic games for the first time was scary and different, it taught me a lot and since I will be exposed to a lot of things that I’ve never done before, I should probably get used to doing things that scare me.