I swear, the Body Odor of this one 40 year old fat guy in our celtic civilization class is just terrible. Ali brings lotion and we shove it up our noses. It took less than two minutes for the guy’s BO to permeate the room, and I tested this by sitting in the farthest location from him and timing it.
We are sitting in MB’s room last Tuesday when some lady named Mora comes in. she says she is from UCC. her job is to go around to the different student accomadations and check to see how the people are doing. She talked about getting complaints from people whos rooms are shitty. Then she lets the land lord have it if the situation doesn’t improve. She asked us about jospehine and we said that she does a good job. Then she sat down on MB's couch. She asked us if we joined any clubs yet, and I told her about iona, mountaineering, and scifi. She said those were all good clubs, and the hiking club is the best. She told us something really cool about the Renaissance Society- Back in the 90's they all grew their hair out, got longbows, and appeared in Braveheart! She said the entire club was in the movie!
I mentioned about how I have 5 hours of homework a night at home and she proceeded to rant about how lazy irish students are. She told a story about going to one kid’s apartment and asking him where he keeps his books, and the kid goes “Books…?” Then she asks about going to the library and he says “library…?”. Another kid said “This professor is making us read 4 books for class” and I thought about how much of a joke that is. We got onto the subject of the Garda, and how they are unarmed, yet it works. She said people don’t shoot the Garda because it is unfair, and “you just don’t shoot an unarmed man”. Apparently the Garda keep their respect though, by the strict laws protecting them. If you touch or sass to a Garda you pretty much get an offense. She sid it all started in the 1920’s, where everyone who was anyone had a gun. The garda became unarmed, and the irish men would shoot eachother but never the garda. She told us a story about her grandpa being one of two sons, one had a horse and the other a plow. During the night they would shoot at eachother, because they were on opposite sides of the Treaty, but during the day they would plow eachother’s fields. They both had children to feed.
We said something about irish politics, and she talked about how each party is pretty much the same, and there is none of the dirty and disgusting cutthroat games that our system has. Then, the lady started talking about hatred and the troubles. She talked about how the Rangers, a football team, were protestant, and the Celtics were Catholic. This catholic kid that was 17 got a contract with the rangers, and scored three goals on the first game. The team showed their appreciation by sticking his feet in a bonfire until they burnt clean off. “It was a Catholic goal, and that’s no good on a Protestant team” she said. She talked about how people vote for different parties and hate different people because of blood. “Hate runs in the blood. You are who you are because of who you hate” she said. She gave an example of her Protestant friend of 5 years finding out she was a dirty “Taig” or Catholic, and then the blood starts to create a wall between them. They eventually tore that wall down, but the generational hate was strong. She talked about kids not hating, but parents passing down hatred onto them. Then she left. It was a really interesting, yet strange visit.
So i suppose you want to hear about the weekend? Well guess what, i'm busy.
