3am; 12 degrees; and it’s not even June yet. Rather strange, no? I’m sweating profusely like I do when I’m in a sauna. Which means a walk around the neighbourhood is in order. (And then my computer died so it’s now 1600.)
Haven’t had any formal lessons, and, frankly, a friend conveniently came over and provided me with some much needed grammatical help :-p. I agree re the school system and I imagine most people would. Had it not been made compulsory I bet loads of students would rather skip it altogether, seeing as a great majority don’t even want anything to do with it once their LC’s over. It’d be lovely to see the language back on its feet, though I wonder if we’d live long enough to see it come into fruition — 10% fluent speakers just won’t cut it (and that may be an overestimate). The way I see it, it weighs fairly high on the idealism scale. But it takes collective effort so every little helps (ha ha echoing Tesco).
“I see my home as the people I’m with over here rather than the actual country itself.” Touché. A huge chunk of my personal development involves Dublin so I’ve grown to be quite attached :-) Woah seven months — pure leisure? Work? You must be looking forward to it anyhow.
