Tennessee Williams’ A Streetcar Named Desire won the Pulitzer Prize for Drama in 1948, but the play’s drama pales in comparison to that of the very real streetcar line which connected Notre Dame’s campus and downtown South Bend in the first half of the 20th century.
Not all toys are created equal, however, and we occasionally ended up with some of the elves’ mistakes. As every parent knows, toys aren’t always what they seem on TV — and St. Nick doesn’t always know what’s best.
The subject line was innocent enough. As a college student living out of state, I didn’t know how to cast my vote, so I clicked on the link.
A brief synopsis of books by members of the Notre Dame family.
While his peers were soaking up the California sunshine in the summer of 2009, Connor Toohill was glued to his computer. It wasn’t video games keeping the San Diego native indoors; Toohill was laying the foundations for his own student-run web publication, NextGenJournal.com.
Given the shared language and many cultural norms, Americans and Irish don’t experience culture shock when visiting each other’s countries the same way they might in non-English-speaking locales. I had much less trouble adjusting to living abroad than my friends in France did, but some aspects of Irish life still surprised me.
Ireland is no France or Greece when it comes to culinary excellence. But it’s not all black pudding and crubeens, either. During my time abroad I searched the city for tasty treats on a limited budget. Here’s what I found.
If there’s one thing you need to know before you go to Dublin, it’s that you’re not Irish. It doesn’t matter what your last name is or how you celebrate St. Patrick’s Day or which county your great-great-great grandparents came from. None of these things make you Irish. I hate to break it to you, but if you were born and/or raised on American soil, you are American. Irish American, yes, but American nonetheless.
For those of you lucky enough to score tickets to the Dublin game, I hope you left plenty of time for exploring the city and surrounding area. Here are my must-sees.
My heart pounded frantically as the curtains inched apart, the anticipation stretching a few seconds into an eternity. What have I gotten myself into? I thought. I can’t sing. I can’t act. As the opening of “Party Rock Anthem” filled the air, I smiled and shifted to autopilot, thankful for the power of muscle memory. Just dance.
Receiving my acceptance letter from Notre Dame ranks first on my list of life-changing moments. Getting my decision letter from Trinity College Dublin comes in a close second. The catch was that while my friends would spend either the fall or spring in London, Angers, Toledo or Salvador da Bahia, I would leave them and my home under the Dome for our entire junior year.
Task-oriented Americans and people-oriented Irish don’t always see eye to eye. As an introverted American in Ireland, I struggled to balance the Irish gift of gab with my own desire for minimum human interaction and maximum efficiency.
Aw lads, getting used to Irish accents is one thing, but sometimes their unfamiliar slang can make you feel like a right eejit. From telling a friend to “Cop on!” when he’s being thick for asking for a lift to your mate’s gaff, there’s no question that Irish English can sometimes seem like a foreign language.
Whether it’s from a lifetime of yelling yourself hoarse cheering for the Fighting Irish, years of listening to your grandparents trace the family tree back to the Famine or the last few months spent trying to get tickets to the Notre Dame-Navy game in Dublin, Ireland has likely lodged itself into some aspect of your life.