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souvenirs
Known in the musical community as a viola hickey, the welt under my left jaw has purpled significantly since September. Its coloration has suffered from long hours in the Trinity Orchestra (including getting stranded in Scotland by storms during our … Continue reading
footsteps
I’m in Germany after midnight on New Year’s Day, walking alone through darkness. An hour ago, I was in the city center, admiring fireworks among cheering strangers; now, my footsteps echo on a rural road. It has started to snow. … Continue reading
colors
“Irish weather is supposed to be rainy year-round,” I told my family, trying to convey a certainty I didn’t feel. Truth be told, I had no concept of Ireland. I could only picture my destination as a haze of permanent … Continue reading
An Idyllic Irish Year
This spring’s schedule has been a whirlwind for me, and I still have over a month remaining in Ireland, but this last Mitchell blog post has suddenly thrust me into a mode of reminiscence. Not to worry – I hail … Continue reading
Sharing Ireland With My Family
My full name is Micaela Erin Flynn Connery. We have a sign “No Irish Need Apply” to remind us of when relatives first moved to Newport from Ireland many years ago and how they struggled. My grandparents, although born and raised … Continue reading
Posted in class of 2016, Travels on the Island, University College Dublin
Tagged christmas, family, ireland, scenery, tour, Travel
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Growing Up in an Irish Dancing Household
Growing up in an Irish dancing household means that St. Patrick’s Day is a. big. deal. It’s the Superbowl of the Olympics of the Oscars of the ChristmaHannuKwanzukah of every other big deal day you’ve ever celebrated. It’s not for … Continue reading
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Tagged ceili, ceili dancing, dublin, ireland, irish dance, St. Patrick's Day
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Waking The Nation/ #wakingthefeminists
Approximately one year ago, I was in Brooklyn speaking over Skype with Serena Wilson and Trina Vargo as a semi-finalist for the Mitchell Scholarship before dashing off to the Brooklyn Prospect Charter School to work with a group of female … Continue reading
“Our pioneers keep striking, inwards and downwards:” Poetry in Northern Ireland
The first thing that drew me to Belfast was poetry. After spending a year poring through the verse of Northern Ireland’s poets, I wanted too to live “in Belfast between the mountain and the gantries/To the hooting of lost sirens … Continue reading
Getting Distance on Galway
It seems hard to believe that the first semester is already over and that we’re all about to stumble into a new year here in Ireland. Currently, I’m officially in exam period, writing final papers and tying up the odds … Continue reading
A Picture-Perfect White-Washed Red-Trimmed Cottage
I’m looking back at my year in Ireland from a distance of four months and more than 4,000 miles. My friends from the master’s program at NUIG finally celebrated our graduation at the end of November, an event I could … Continue reading
Posted in Class of 2012, National University of Ireland Galway
Tagged derry, inishowen peninsula, ireland, Irish theater, Irish theatre, Katie Van Winkle, londonderry, mitchell scholar, Mitchell Scholars Class of 2012, Mitchell Scholars Program, mitchell scholarship, National University of Ireland Galway, northern ireland, peace and conflict studies, Theatre of Witness
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O’Bama: Election Season Away from Home
As a former volunteer for the Obama campaign, I felt as though I was neglecting my political duties by being away from the US during prime election season. But within my first hour on the island of Ireland, I had … Continue reading
Posted in Class of 2013, University College Dublin
Tagged dublin, Franklin and Marshall College, ireland, Mitchell Scholars, Mitchell Scholars Class of 2013, Mitchell Scholars Program, mitchell scholarship, Mona Lotfipour, O'Bama, study abroad, university college dublin (UCD), US election
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Out with the Old, In with the New?
Today marks my two-month anniversary in Ireland. I arrived in September, dragging my disheveled way down O’Connell Street, shoulders straining under the three suitcases still stained with dust acquired somewhere between the African Sahel and the Eastern seaboard of the … Continue reading