Sunday, December 16, 2007

8 Days until departure (sound familiar?)

Sunday, December 16, 2007

12:15 p.m.

Dublin


As I’ve said to a few people looking for updated blogs over the last couple of weeks, not much happens when you’re studying for exams. I had two last week that went okay. Not great, but okay. It’s kind of annoying to be surrounded by people who are on pass/fail and only need a 40%, but really it’s just another distraction to tune out along with everything else. I have my operations exam at 3 p.m. tomorrow and my Globalization exam at 9 on Tuesday and then I’m all done. The way they run exams here is pretty crazy. For my first exam they kept us (about 4,000 of us) in a big warehouse type waiting area where we could find our assigned seat numbers on a bulletin board. Then, leaving everything we owned (bags, notebooks for other classes, cellphones, anything) behind us in the open-to-the-public warehouse, they let us in to another massive room where there must have been 5,000 desks lined up. It kind of reminded me of seeing the National Cemetery for the first time…exactly what you want when you’re heading into an exam worth 70% of your grade. There were strict rules and about 80 proctors in the room constantly walking up and down the rows, checking student IDs, and making sure that there were no wandering eyes. It was all pretty ridiculous, quite frankly, and I’m glad I’ll never have to take exams here after next week.

Besides studying and test-taking, the last couple of weeks have been, for the most part, pretty uneventful. Ricky and Rory had some friends of theirs come in for a few days, making the house pretty crowded for a couple of nights. I tried going to the zoo with Ashley (we’d been talking about going since before Robin left – that was mid-September) but it was closed when we got there, which is too bad. Between multiple failed attempts to go to the zoo since I’ve been here and the infamous giraffe picture (the last photograph my parents have entrusted me to take) I’ve decided that the Dublin Zoo and I were simply not meant for each other. I guess there could be worse things. To celebrate Ashley’s going home we went out for Mexican food at a place up near city centre. The enchiladas were okay, but the chips and salsa were pretty weak along with the “heaping portion of rice” that was about four spoonfuls. Needless to say, I miss Anna’s Taq and the Border Café.

The weather here has been so-so for about the last six weeks. Rarely does a day go by when it doesn’t rain at some point, but the temperature’s been staying between 40 and 50 which, as a Bostonian in December, I really can’t complain about. Some of the locals look at me like I’m crazy (and occasionally say something) when they see me walking around in my sandals when it’s 45 degrees outside. I usually respond with something along the lines of “oh it’s not that bad” as opposed to the more-accurate “I’m out of clean socks.”

In sad news that none of you actually care about but that I’ll be able to look back on this and say “oh yeah that was going on then”, my fantasy football team that has been in first place pretty much all year is about to be eliminated in the first round of the playoffs. Your hearts are breaking, I know.

We had a good time around the house laughing at all the mediocre players that were busted in the Mitchell Report. That and the fact that Milwaukee paid 10 million dollars to Eric Gagne to throw the ball towards home plate next season. Pete Twiraga and I decided that if he can get that much, I should be able to make at least 5 mil from some other crummy National League team.

The Pats play the Jets today, and it’s too bad that it’s going to be in the middle of a storm so that Brady can’t just throw it to Moss every time we get the ball and put up 50 points by halftime.

That’s really all I’ve got to say for right now. I have a lot more material to learn over the next 36 hours or so, but in less than 48 hours I will be all done and most likely sitting in a pub somewhere buying a beer for whoever is lucky enough to get the seat next to me in the exam hall.

Go Sox.

Later.

12:43

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