Classes commenced today. I had one, entitled Renaissance Literature Option B. I listened to the professor talk about Shakespeare for one hour and wondered on and off if he was British or just had the accent of academics (his sense of humor was certainly British, anyway). Then I bought the first two overpriced books of my semester from the college bookstore and walked home with my housemate Anne. We decided to stop at our local grocery store on the way, which seemed like a good idea until we realized we had forgotten our re-usable grocery bags and would have to pay for more, as the Irish are enviornmentally savvy in this way and charge for plastic bags. We were a few minutes from home, lugging our essential purchases of nutella, Special K with red berries, (hard) cider, paper towels and chicken breast fillets, when the heavens opened up on us and dispensed the hardest downpour of rain I've experienced since arriving in Ireland. There was nothing left to do but run, and also curse myself for not waterproofing my boots yet.
We made it back a little worse for the wear and angry at weather.com for predicting no rain from the afternoon onwards. Then I had Anne take my annual first day of school picture with a newspaper for my mom, and I felt the result was fitting because it shows that 1) It rains more in Ireland than Glenn Beck says the word "socialism" and 2) No matter where you are, there are few things more universal than griping about taxes.
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a perfect first day of school photo if i do say so.
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