Amanda Marello ’12

Reading has always been of utmost significance to me. As a child, I would carry a book everywhere I went, becoming quite skilled at walking and reading simultaneously (a skill that, unfortunately, has failed to transfer over as an ability to text and walk). Naturally, then, I jumped on the opportunity to volunteer at a primary school with Trinity’s Vincent DePaul activity, Kid’s Literacy. This weekly two hours spent in a grammar school setting not only consistently reminds me of just how much I adore being a part of the education of young children, but has also motivated me to seek other outlets in order to volunteer on a more regular basis.

This desire complemented with some online sleuthing quickly led me to Roddy Doyle’s Fighting Words, an organization that encourages primary and secondary school children to do something I consider to be absolutely incredible—it encourages them to write creatively, grants them the opportunity to put their pens to paper and write freely, without criticism or academic boundaries.

I made my way over this morning for an interview, starting off a good hour early considering that I wasn’t completely positive of the easiest route to take. Now, I’ve never been good with directions, so it didn’t surprise me that after twenty-five minutes of walking, I had to (quite embarrassingly) come to a standstill and whip out a map of Dublin from my pocket. Almost immediately upon me doing so, a woman approached me, asking “Are you all right, pet?” I told her I was looking for Russell Street, then immediately qualified my statement by asking for directions to Croke Park (the stadium next to Fighting Words). However, my mentioning of Russell Street rang a bell—“you’re not looking for Roddy Doyle’s place are you? Well, you’re asking the right woman.” I had stumbled upon a fellow volunteer without even knowing it! And, to my own surprise, I was only about 200 yards from Fighting Words (not bad for the girl who found the Maps and Diagrams section of the ITBS tests in grammar school to be the toughest part of the whole test).

Upon my arrival, I was immediately greeted by loads of friendly faces, all volunteers. After a quick run-through of how the program works by the coordinator (who is actually from CT-go figure!), I was invited to stay on and observe the primary school segment. The volunteers immediately jumped into various roles from making nametags to setting up the bean bag chairs the children would sit on, to the main role of storyteller (the volunteer who interacts with the children as a group, helping them to choose a main character, the main character’s best friend, the main character’s biggest wish and his/her biggest fear). The eleven boys in this session were intent on their main character being a hobo who feared his reflection, wanted desperately to be a nerd, and who had a hippie for a best friend. After about an hour of coming up with the first few lines of the story, the children then break off and write individually, constructing their own endings.

It was absolutely incredible to see them all settle down right away, each with their own idea of how the story would go on—from the two friends getting a job at Tesco, to meeting Albert Einstein, to being fired by their boss, Mary Byrne (the Irish woman who was on the X factor this season).

Needless to say, I can’t wait to start volunteering next semester! And, perhaps, in the process of helping other students cultivate an appreciation for creative writing and come to the realization that writing is not a natural gift only given to a select few, but something all can practice, I will find myself picking up my pen as well.

http://www.fightingwords.ie/donate.html

Excuse me as I freak out. I’m going home in ONE WEEK from Sunday!

The prospect has thrown me into a whirl of emotions. Of course (as you could only imagine), I’m terribly excited. I can’t wait to see my family, decorate the Christmas tree, give enormous hugs to my two little cousins who are like my sisters (see picture below! =]), and catch up with friends! I’m also really excited about having Dunkin’ Donuts iced coffee (I really don’t care that it’s the middle of December…) and New York pizza. But, I’m also looking forward to bringing Irish treats back with me—from those chocolate covered digestives in Dunne’s that are dangerously delicious (trust me, I know they are dangerous-I kept a pack of them in my room once. Needless to say, they didn’t last too long), the best tea in the world, and some grand Irish Christmas presents to go around to all!

On the other hand, though, I can’t begin to believe that this first semester is nearly over. I’m halfway through my time in Ireland. How is this even possible when just yesterday I was stepping off the plane, feeling so extremely lost and jetlagged? Don’t get me wrong, some weeks were slower than others, some days caught me at an all-time low with homesickness, but, throughout these tough times, Dublin was becoming my home, my third home. And, what a fantastic third home it is! I wish I could describe the burst of excitement I feel when someone asks me to point them in the direction of this street or that restaurant and I can say to them “yes, I know where that is,” or my delight when my Gaelic teacher addresses us in Irish, even though we’ve only been in class nine weeks! I can honestly tell you that I love this city and this school. The thing is, I always KNEW I would fall in love with Irish literature. (In fact, I’m currently working on proposing a thesis that explores the connection between gender and Irishness—more on this another time!) That’s a process that began with Holy Cross’ Visiting Writer’s Series. As soon as Colm Toibin and Paul Muldoon got up to read, I knew that I wanted to see and feel and hear the place that not only served as a setting of many of their works, but was a source of their inspiration.

But, you see, I had NO clue that I’d fall in love with Ireland.

I remember when I was writing to you a week before the date of my departure. That girl was a very different person than the one who writes to you now. The nerves have been replaced with confidence, the fears with hope, and my desire to learn and be immersed in Irish culture has only been magnified. At first, I have to say, I was wary of the year long aspect of Holy Cross’ study abroad program-a year away from the home institution I love? A year away from my family? But, now, I’ve realized that I not only want, but NEED this upcoming second semester to be in Ireland. Because I’m not ready to say goodbye to the Emerald Isle just quite yet.

It’s looked like Christmas in Dublin for weeks. The streets have been decked out in colorful lights, the stores have been decorated, and Christmas music has been blaring from the small cafes that line Grafton Street. But, in my opinion, it only begins to feel like Christmas when you’re with people you love. This past weekend, my friends Kelsey and Nora, who are both studying abroad in La Coruna, Spain, arrived in Dublin after an entire day of having flights being delayed or temporarily diverted to Shannon Airport. Unfortunately, the weather conditions were so terrible that our friend, Amanda studying in England (and also blogging!), was unable to make it here! 🙁

After tackling the girls in Dublin Airport, (have I mentioned how excited I was to see them-I don’t really think I can put it into words!), we made our way back to Trinity, which became quite a harrowing task. The relentless snow in the days preceding their visit and Dublin’s lack of both salt and snow plows made for quite an icy trek. At some points, we most definitely could have skated our way down the street. We spent the weekend catching up while exploring Dublin!

On Saturday, we took a trip to the Dublin Zoo, which was such a blast despite the cold! And, the entire trip truly proved to be a prime example of Irish hospitality. We took the bus there, but because I was not too familiar with the route, we ended up passing the stop we were supposed to get off at. Our driver kindly stopped and told us where to go to pick up a bus going in the opposite direction, telling us to let the driver of that bus know that we had mistakenly went too far, and that he would let us on the bus for free. After marveling at the tigers, trying to get pictures of the different species of monkeys when their eyes were on us, seeing how close we could get to the peacock that was aimlessly wandering the zoo, determining that the red panda was, by far, the cutest animal EVER, and watching the rhinos fight with one another, we found ourselves near the lion den. Here, one of the men who worked at the zoo who was driving by stopped to inform us that the lion was inside. Perhaps it was our American accents, or looks of subconscious disappointment, but the next thing we knew, he inquired if we wanted to see the lion. We all looked at one another in shock and, before we knew it, we had insider access to see the lion! The 23 year old feline was huge! Then, we came back to the flat and made dinner together-complete with macaroni and cheese and Irish sausages!

On Sunday, we visited the National Leprechaun Museum where we learned all about Irish myths and legends! Perhaps the best part of the exhibit was the room where we were made to feel like leprechauns, complete with humongous chairs and a giant teacup. Afterwards, we went shopping in Dublin and took a trip to the National Museum.

I spent Sunday night secretly wishing for snow so that the girls would be forced to remain in Dublin. I woke up Monday morning already feeling sad about their impending departure. Before they left, we ran into Brown Thomas on Grafton Street to take a picture with Santa! But, then, far before I wanted to, we were forced to say goodbye. I spent the whole day feeling terribly sad and missing them beyond belief. Their visit made me so happy-I’m so lucky to have such a wonderful Holy Cross family. And I’m so grateful that despite the distance between all of us, that we have indeed remained so very close at heart.

On Wednesday morning, I woke up in the early hours of the morning to a loud clap of thunder. Thinking that I was experiencing my first thunderstorm in Dublin, I peered out my window to see what was happening out there. To my disbelief, and utter happiness, it was not rain that was falling, but SNOW! Apparently it’s been about 40 years since it’s snowed in November in Dublin, so the Holy Cross girls and I like to think that the Worcester weather followed us to Ireland. Either way, the snow, although it makes getting around quite inconvenient-the cleanup process here is either very delayed or kind of insufficient!-really makes Trinity’s campus look magnificent. I quote one of the tourists I overheard while walking back to my apartment from Mass when I say, “Trinity looks as though it was made to be snowed on.”

I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving!
To be honest, I woke up on Thanksgiving morning feeling somewhat disheartened. If I hadn’t kept thinking about the fact that it was Thanksgiving, the Thursday would have passed as any other normal Thursday, which consists of me running from my History tutorial to my Gaelic class to my Latin class and then usually spending hours in the library. However, this past Thursday, I kept mentally turning the clock back five hours, trying to picture what my family was doing at each given moment. Earlier that week, the student in charge of the Visiting the Elderly (one of the Vincent DePaul Society activities that I take part in weekly!), wished me a Happy early Thanksgiving. It truly touched me to see the Irish students remember and acknowledge a special day for American international students!

However, just because I am in Ireland certainly does not mean that we didn’t celebrate! The HC girls and I made a very good Thanksgiving dinner ourselves, complete with turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, macaroni and cheese, apple crisp, and ice cream. Over dinner, we all recounted family Thanksgiving traditions and expressed how grateful we were for each other, our little Holy Cross family, for making the first, and most likely only, Thanksgiving away from home a very special and memorable one.

I am looking to a weekend spent primarily in the library. With loads of essays to write and research for, presentations to prepare, and translations to complete, it seems like there will be little time for much else!
However, this is all perfectly fine with me! On Monday, Silvia is taking us to see Jane Eyre at the Gate Theatre! I’ve read the famous novel three times and am beyond excited to see how it will be presented as a drama. Then, on Wednesday, I will be joined in Dublin by fellow blogger, Amanda, who is studying in Sussex! On Friday, our friends, Kelsey and Nora will be arriving! I really can’t wait for their arrival; I have missed all of them terribly! It will be so good to catch up in person (and then, I might not let them leave Dublin-but don’t tell them this!) 🙂

Slan!

I have to admit that this week has been emotionally difficult. Although every time I walk down Grafton and O’Connell Street, I say to myself “I love this city” (And, I really do LOVE this city!), there are times when I not only want to be home because I miss my family terribly, but feel as though I should be home. And Thanksgiving is one of those times.

A week or two ago, I was skyping with two of my best friends from high school, Sarah and Jane. Sarah usually makes visits to Ireland over Christmas and summer vacations to visit family here! And, when she told me that her Aunt (who was visiting the States) was bringing back a care package that they composed for me, I was beyond thankful. After trying to get out of me what they would put in the care package, (and I kept responding-“just send yourselves, I just want you girls to be in Dublin!”) I admitted that I did, in fact, miss eating Ranch Wheat Thins (if you haven’t tried them, I would definitely invest in a box). So, yesterday, I went outside the Front Gate of Trinity to meet Sarah’s Aunt.

BUT, I was utterly shocked and elated when the person I saw approaching me was Sarah! I couldn’t believe she was in Ireland. In Dublin. At Trinity! After jumping around and giving her the biggest hugs known to mankind, I showed Sarah around campus! We went out for lunch and tea at Bewley’s Café on Grafton and then walked around Dublin, marveling at all of the Christmas lights. Sarah was able to fill me in on so much—the stores I needed to visit before I left, the meals I needed to try, everything! It was beyond wonderful to see her-I can’t even begin to describe how happy I was that she really HAD sent herself to Dublin. It was the best surprise I have EVER received.

And, if that wasn’t enough—she whipped out four boxes of Ranch Wheat Thins from her backpack, an adorable pillow pet, and a beautiful journal with so many maps of Dublin! We then skyped with my Mom, who couldn’t help getting emotional seeing us both together. My friends from high school have truly become my second family.

I am so happy that I will get to see Sarah twice more before she returns home for Thanksgiving on Wednesday! So, although Ireland doesn’t officially celebrate Thanksgiving, I don’t see how I could NOT celebrate when I have so much to be thankful for.

If you’ve been keeping up with my blog, you will already know that I am a tad bit obsessed with Alan Rickman. Maybe a little more than a tad. Maybe a whole lot. Anyway…

I’m also a big fan of theatre, and since the Abbey is only a five minute walk from Trinity, I decided to look up upcoming shows. My wanderings on the homepage brought me to the advertisement for John Gabriel Borkman, the play we saw with Sylvia last month! It was so incredible, I decided to see if tickets were still available for this last week of show times (Unfortunately, Alan is leaving Dublin on the 20th). I had no luck; every show was completely sold out. But, something led me to look at the reviews, one of which stated how nice Alan was to come out and give autographs after the show. I nearly fell off my chair in excitement.

Needless to say, in about five minutes, my jacket was on, my camera was in hand, my ticket stub was in my pocket, and I was basically sprinting down O’Connell Street to get to the stage door…forty minutes before the show had even ended. I spent those forty minutes thinking of what I would say when I met Alan. Trying to be really clever, I thought something like “Mr. Rickman, you’re just spellbinding” would get me quite a laugh (not that I’m sure that he wants to be primarily recognized as Professor Snape, but I thought it would be entertaining.) Should I try to quote one of his famous movie lines? There were so many options.
But, before I knew it, I was standing at the stage door with about 10 other people anxiously awaiting Alan’s arrival. As soon as I saw him appear, I was completely starstruck. In my excitement, I dropped my camera (I’m sure my composure really impressed Alan, huh?) And then, with millions of great lines floating around in my head, the only thing I could manage to blurt out to him when it was my turn to stand next to him was “Hi, Mr. Rickman.” WHAT A FAILURE. My pictures of and with him are extremely blurry, again due to the fact that my hand wouldn’t stop shaking (and evidently, neither would the person’s who took the picture of Alan and I!) He didn’t even have to say anything; he is just as compelling off stage as on stage, coming across as much taller than he is. But, then again, Alan Rickman is kinda larger than life.

So, I may have to go back for another picture before Alan departs, but until then, I hope you enjoy these terribly blurry photos!

Reading week marks the halfway point in Trinity’s first semester. Students are given this week off from lectures and tutorials and although one might perceive this as a “vacation” of sorts, this is FAR from the case. It’s only Tuesday and I’ve already claimed a “spot” in the Ussher Library. You know you’re in the library a lot when you begin to pass people you recognize and feel like you must know their name because you’ve seen them so often…in the library. But, the Ussher is an absolutely gorgeous building with huge windows looking out onto the rugby field and the beautiful Autumn foliage. And here, I have to steal from Elizabeth Gilbert when I say “Dear me, how I love a library!” I could easily meander through the library stacks happily for hours upon end. Because Trinity’s libraries house a copy of every book ever published in the U.K. and Ireland, they have easily become my on-campus Barnes and Noble—and I don’t even have to buy the books! It’s absolutely fantastic! (And, that’s how much of an English major I am.)

In addition to spending the week writing essays, reading countless books and articles ,studying for a Latin exam, and becoming an expert on Elizabeth Bowen so I can give a two hour presentation on this Anglo-Irish author, I’m also remaining quite connected with Holy Cross. I was recently accepted to the MAGIS Program. Magis is literally the Latin word for “more,” and in this case, refers to more service to God and to others. I am involved with liturgical ministry at Holy Cross as a lector and liturgical coordinator and I am truly looking forward to working more closely with the Chaplain’s office upon my return to HC senior year. In the meantime, I am keeping in touch with my mentor, something that has really helped me to reflect on my time at Trinity so far.

Now, I’m off to have a cup of tea with my newfound good friend, Elizabeth!

Cheers!

Trinity College Dublin is not only world renowned for its academic status as the oldest university in Ireland, but also, from what I’ve read in history books and in literature, has gained a reputation for its political activism, facilitated by its position at the heart of Ireland’s capital city. Thus, you will find Trinity mentioned in the history books detailing accounts of major events in Irish history, such as the 1798 rebellion and the 1916 Easter Rising. Trinity’s students continue to remain active in the political sphere, aware of the influence that they, as students can have on government policy. And they’re not the only students who recognize this capability. Yesterday, 40,000 students from all over Ireland, from Dublin to Belfast to Tipperary, gathered in Dublin to march on the Dail Eireann. Like the rest of the world, Ireland is currently experiencing the impacts of a terrible recession. As the Dail gathered, threatening to impose new budget cuts that would raise the registration fee for students to attend university to 3,000 Euro, these students gathered, raising their voices in protest. (In addition, it’s strange to think that all education in Ireland is funded by the government—so yes, university is free for all Irish students, apart from registration fees and accomodation.)

Between 12:15 and 12:30 yesterday, I stood on the steps of the international student’s office in Front Square, watching about 2,000 students gather, umbrellas raised to ward off the pelting rain, chanting “No ifs, no buts, no education cuts!” At 12:45, a security guard allowed the students to exit through front gate, closing the square off to tourists in order for the students to process through.

As I exited campus about an hour later to make a quick stop at the grocery store on Grafton Street, these 40,000 students were marching around Trinity’s campus. Onlookers, many of them shocked at the magnitude of the protests, held cameras and videos out in attempt to capture the event; but what struck me most were the younger children, maybe in their early teenage years, clapping and cheering on the university students, perhaps it was not lost on them that the possibilities for their education potentially relied on the success of this march, of the ability of these students to ensure that the government did not in any way limit their access to the education system.

Now, people have multiple opinions about the march and the belief that those who shout loudest will suffer the fewest cuts. Unfortunately, I don’t feel as though I have enough knowledge of Irish politics to make an informed decision on whether this student march was the most effective way to bring about change. However, as an outside observer, I couldn’t help but marvel at the organization, the unity, and the determination of Irish students to protest a movement that threatens to limit their access to education. I’m proud to be in a school, in a country, where education brings people to their feet—and when “necessity” calls, is impetus enough to make them march.

http://www.corkstudentnews.com/latestnews/40000-turn-out-for-dublin-student-protest-18941

This Thursday, I attended a poetry reading put on by the Literary Society that featured Andrew Jamison and Roger Hudson. Both poets were absolutely fantastic, and we were even able to go out with Roger Hudson afterwards to hear a little about why he feels that poetry is the literary medium that not only provides for the most effective expression of individuality, but also how poetry allows the writer to explore his/her self.

Jamison actually wrote quite a few poems about Belfast and, being an enthusiastic English major, I’ve included one here:

The Bus to Belfast

An unstubbed cigarette butt, I can picture it now,
will be smouldering at the door of Toal’s.
Between the Mace and the Carman’s Inn opposite
the chapel I’ll lean on the lamppost bus stop.
The Ulsterbus will slink down the hill
into Crossgar on the first Thursday after Christmas.
The hydraulic door will huff open. I’ll step in.

The tenner I tender will elicit an epic tut
from the part-time bodybuilder driver;
raising the plucked eyebrows on his sunbed seared mug.
There’ll be a hair gel smudge on the window by my seat.
The pane’s black rubber seal will be nicked to bits
by a compass. The backs of seats will be plastered
in permanent pen signatures, initialled hearts,

and patches singed by cigarette lighters
and chewing gum and misspelt taunts in Tippex.
December sky will dazzle Carryduff. A flash of sun
will flare first then flicker for a while through my eyes
as we hurtle past Pizza Hut, Winemark then the Spar.
We’ll shuffle by Forestside. Nothing will have changed.
That house over the graveyard will still be up for sale