By Josefine Klintberg.
I dreamed about the magic of walking over a courtyard, to gracefully descend down a majestic staircase and head into a room filled with knowledge, to follow the steps of those who came before me and made it into the history books, who made a difference.
Continue reading Trinity College, a school of witchcraft and wizardry
By Pippa Herden
Welcome one, welcome all!! We will be trekking around Dublin and other parts of Ireland through a short and hopefully sweet series of blogs about living, studying and travelling around this magical country.
Continue reading Irish Beginnings…
By Catt Kim
I’ve been asked some variation of the question “How’s Dublin?!” dozens of times in the month that I’ve been here. From small talk with strangers at bars to friends from home curious to hear, I’ve been getting by with “It’s good! Dublin is really small but I’m having a really nice time and I like it a lot.” That’s nowhere near the full story, of course, but come on, it’s a loaded question! Being in a new place is complicated and confusing and exciting and amazing in varying degrees.
Continue reading “Dublinisms” and other things you may encounter during your stay
By Carina Dozier
Hello! My name is Carina, a student from the University of California, Berkeley, and I’m currently studying at Trinity for the spring semester. I chose Trinity, and Dublin specifically, because of the “small-big city” vibe (much like my home city of Berkeley), the exceptional Trinity academics, and especially opportunities to travel all over Ireland and Europe! I have only been here a month, but already I love the history in Dublin, the endless beauty and quirkiness of the city, and the friendliness of the Irish people. I am lucky enough to have been able to travel to a different place in Ireland almost every weekend as well, so I wanted to share my experiences, to help any students uncertain about what to do while they’re here! Continue reading Top 8 places to check out during your first month in Ireland
By Paavani Pegatraju
My first month here in this unbelievably welcoming country has been a whirlwind, rich with experiences and adventures. Right from getting used to the weather (I’m from India), to taking tours and sightseeing, to registering for my modules and trying to keep up with my coursework, and to having tea, tea, and more tea, it has been overwhelming! Much of the credit for this amazing experience goes to the area where I live. Like most visiting students here for one-term, I chose to stay at Binary Hub. Continue reading Living in The Liberties: Life in the heart of the city
By Amirah Orozco
I vividly remember the moment I opened up the email with the approval to attend Trinity College for my junior year or third year. Being given the opportunity to attend Trinity College will always be a dream come true. One of Dublin’s most popular tourist attractions, Trinity College’s beautiful architecture is hardly rivalled. Established in 1592, the walls have stood tall and steady for much of Irish history. The classrooms have seen the likes of Mary Robinson, Oscar Wilde, and even One Direction’s token Irishman, Niall Horan. While I was certain about Trinity College, I naïvely never even considered the experience of living in Dublin. It is now, one month into my experience, the one thing I would cite as having the greatest impact on my time here. While the small island of Ireland is only the size of Indiana, Dublin’s unique historical situation makes it a cosmopolitan centre unlike any other.
Continue reading The Spirit of Dublin is On Fire
By: Agape Deng (M.Phil in Speech and Language Processing)
I started pondering whether my soul was dead when I was fourteen years old after reading a patriotic poem by Sir Walter Scott titled, “My Native Land.” In it, the narrator asks if there exists a man who is so soul-dead that he has never loved or longed for his homeland. He warns readers that “if such there breathe, go, mark him well,” for he is, in short, a proud, vile wretch doomed to die alone in shame. So there I was, a little Chinese girl living in Russia learning this English poem about what it is to love your country and feeling, on one hand, guilty that I possessed no such loyalty, and on the other hand, forlorn that I had no country to call my own.
Continue reading Why I Call Ireland “Home” After Two Months