What's a Que?!

So, last night I had my second ever Irish class. Introduction to Irish History for Visiting Students. It was pretty interesting. He only lectured for about half an hour, but I actually learned a lot about the Great Famine and the role that the British Government played in it. All stuff that had never even been mentioned in school in America. The class was about a 20 minute walk from the apartment, so afterward we decided to go eat. At Papa Johns...What an American dinner. Haha.

About 9 of us decided to go out a little later, and it was actually really fun. We went to a bar for about 2 hours until it closed at about 11:30, and then we decided to walk over to a club that some of the locals told us was pretty cool. Little did we know that since the bars close earlier than the clubs, midnight is pretty much rush hour and there were people walking EVERYWHERE. All of them pretty much wasted. We saved a girl from getting hit by a car, what nice people we are. She had dropped her wallet in the street, and was so drunk, she fell over when she went to pick it up. And then just laid there. It took 2 people, one holding on to each of her hands, to pull her back up. But we did it, and sent her on her way.

Once we got to the club, the line was INSANE to get in. People were just shoving their way through, and it got to the point where security just stepped aside and let them do what they wanted. Definitely not something that would have happened at home. 3 of us finally just decided it wasn't worth it, and went home.

This morning I had my third class; Celtic Religion and Mythology. All he did was go over the syllabus, but it sounded like it's going to be a pretty interesting class. The really weird thing about classes here; It isn't required that you get text books. In fact, teachers just kind of recommend that you take a look at some books in the library, but all exams are based off of the lectures...And speaking of exams, from what I've seen so far, classes only have 1 paper and then the final exam...WAY less work than classes back home. This makes me happy.

Some other interesting things that I have learned:
"Queing" means waiting in line
"Shifting" means making out
"Having crack" means having fun
"Doing a line" means dating
I'm definitely going to be learning as many of these terms as I can to bring back home...

We made our first REAL meal in the apartment tonight. Caesar salad, rice, and chicken! Yay, go us, we're domesticated!