In 2014 we saw our first class of students arrive to intern in Ireland from various countries including, but not limited to, the USA, Australia, France, Spain, Italy, and the UK. Their internships ranged from event planning and graphic design, to medicine and finance, and everything in between. We enjoyed having them as part of our internship program and we hope their experiences abroad were as meaningful as they hoped it would be!
I’ve been living in Dublin for a little over a year, and there’s one question that I get asked every time I introduce myself to an Irish person.
Why? Why are you here in Dublin? In Ireland?
The New Year is a natural time for reflection and renewal. The act of taking down last year’s calendar is the storing away of last year’s memories, stashed away along with the other years of our life. Some memories we may visit often, others will fade away, like ink on paper, faint, hard to make out, eroded from time. On the other hand, a new calendar adorns your wall. Fresh, with nary a mark on it. Like starting a fresh notebook, anything can happen. Nothing has been defined and you bring to it only what you take with you.
This week, we talk about “craic.”
Turkey hands, turkey pardons, and what we’re thankful for this year.
Happy Thanksgiving from the Stint Ireland team!
“God invented whiskey so the Irish wouldn’t rule the world.” – Jim Bishop
Let me set the scene. Everyone in Ireland goes to the pub to meet their friends, partners, work colleagues, or just strangers. Some pubs can seem like an interrogation room. The locals want to know who you are, where you came from, who your parents are before you have even ordered a drink. You can forget about being shy in a pub in Ireland as people will talk to you whether you want them to or not. That’s the Irish for you.
Note: Your ears do not deceive you. It’s just not the word you think it is…
It’s “craic!” It’s an Irish term for having a good time. Good banter, good music, good drinking, etc.
Honestly, the American nicknames for grade levels is a bit confusing.
A junior sounds like the person would be younger than a third year. Senior makes sense. What’s a sophomore?
“You will never be completely at home again because part of your heart will always be elsewhere.” That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.
I had spent the last eight years of my life in some form of education and with a PLC in Nursing under my belt, I realised I no longer wanted this as a career choice. After a lot of thought, I decided to do a diploma in Media Moving Image followed by a Degree in Film and Video. Travel was always on the cards and I wanted to see the world, with a degree under my belt I decided to take flight.