Today I made up a bit for not doing much of anything yesterday. I went to the Writers' Museum with a few people early before most people had even woken up, because our official class meeting time wasn't until 12:30. I got up around 8:30, ate breakfast, and discovered that some people were going to the Writers' Museum, so I tagged along. It's pretty close to the hotel, and it was only 6.3 euro for students and included a little audio guide. It made me want to read a lot more, and it also made me realize that more Irish writers than I realized are being tought in "British lit" classes with no distinction. I think they should have "Irish lit" classes. Chapman claims to be preparing students to be "global citizens," but the university keeps narrowing its literary curriculum. At 12:30 we met in the lobby and walked down to the river. We had class discussion there and then went on a Liffey River cruise. Then we went to lunch, but I wasn't that hungry. I had eaten a big breakfast and ate an apple on the cruise. It was already pretty late when we got lunch at the Queen of Tarts and I wanted to save room for dinner, so I just had a muffin to tide me over. We had dinner at the Brazen Head, the oldest pub in Ireland, for "food, folklore and faeries." Good thing I'd saved room. It was a full 3 course meal. I had a delicious salad with chicken, grilled vegetables with rice, and chocolate cake, along with tea and water. We just got back to the hotel around 11.
As for "being myself," I mean that I get very emotional and feel frustrated that I can't "enjoy" things as easily or as simply as others. The "folklore" guy spoke with an accent and at times rather quickly, and I never really cought all of what other people were laughing at. This wasn't a singular occurence, however. It happens all the time, and it's been bugging me throughout the trip. I feel left out. I feel like I got a bum deal in life. It sucks. Maybe it was because my hearing aid battery went out at one point. I had spares, but it was still frustrating. I always feel like I'm such a burden if I ask for special treatment or anything, though I'm probably more of a burden when I get emotional and sit around and mope until I get some sympathy. Honestly, I feel sorry for myself and I feel like most people would rather just let me pout in a corner than deal with me. I would feel that way if I were someone else.
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Hello, my friend! I'm sorry you're having to deal with frustrating situations. Few situations are designed with consideration for the hard of hearing, and though you may feel it is a burden to ask for assistance, I believe most people are happy to help. Most people feel blessed when you allow them to help, and sad when you don't ask or let them know what you need.
ReplyDeleteSo, here's your challenge for the day: be a blessing by letting someone know what you need. Even if they don't show it, you'll have made their day wonderful just by allowing them to help you.
Sending you love and hugs!
DeEtte