345 Days of Katie

345 Days of Katie

“I’ll just have tap water please.” “You mean, like from the faucet? Not the machine? Are you sure about that? Just straight from the faucet?” Obviously, my …

 

A Post-Departure Blog about Pre-Departure Nonsense

A Post-Departure Blog about Pre-Departure Nonsense

I have never considered myself to be an emotional person. My mood typically lies somewhere between happy, irritated, or competition mode and is most often …

 

Three-Fifths of Five Peaks

Three-Fifths of Five Peaks

Many students who choose to study abroad in England seem to do a lot of travelling in their spare time, but very little of their …

 

“STROKE SIDE, DROP OUT! HARDER ON BOW SIDE! HARDER ON BOW SIDE!!!”

“STROKE SIDE, DROP OUT! HARDER ON BOW SIDE! HARDER ON BOW SIDE!!!”

York Regatta, to say the least, was not exactly the picture perfect way to conclude my British rowing career. I’m not sure what else could …

 

North of The North

North of The North

Over my five week Easter holiday, JJ and I took a thorough adventure amongst a select group of European countries. The planning began in November …

 

The Third Term: yet another concept I don’t fully understand.

The Third Term: yet another concept I don’t fully understand.

As of thirty minutes past four on the afternoon of May 27th, 2011, I handed my completed Robin Hood exam to an invigilator (what an …

 

Disturbing the Peace

Disturbing the Peace

If you had to think of something quintessentially English, something that suites England more than the rest of the world, something that the English would …

 

‘What has England ever done for us?’

‘What has England ever done for us?’

I found this question quite amusing, especially put into context: the talk radio blaring on the bus speakers as I travelled from Dublin to Kilkenny …

 

Disqualified for Aggression

Disqualified for Aggression

Aggression at a rowing regatta? That’s a first. I am not sure how, but I managed to get my crew disqualified for aggression from our …

 

Are you American?

Are you American?

Why yes, yes I am. The taxi driver nailed it on the spot after he saw my large, polka dotted entourage of luggage, and I …

 

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