In theory, Irish college is boarding school for three weeks during the summer, speaking a different language with peers you've never met, in a place you probably have never been. No phones, computers, tvs or ENGLISH! Sounds a bit like a concentration camp.....? But in reality, it's a bit of craic. .... that means fun in Irish for non-Irish speakers....
At 17, I was a bit old for the colaiste I picked, but thankfully there were four other 16 year olds (Hi Muireann, Kate, Kate and Darragh). I stayed in a dormitory, girls upstairs, boys down. Everyday we were forced to get up at 7:30 and have breakfast at 8:30. We walked to school up a huge HUGE HUGE HUGE (I can't stress enough how huge it was) So so Huge hill. We had class until 1:00, eat lunch, had music and played sport for 2 hours. This was followed by our treck back down to the House: Tir na nOg-----> cool name right?
We jumped off a pier/cliff into the sea where it felt like a thousand knives were piercing you.
At night we had to walk back up that bizzarely steep mountain for a ceili (irish dancing) and then back again at 11. After the course you'd be correct to say I was exhausted!!!
The best time I'd say to go to Irish College is before the JC. Bring a few friends too and involve everyone in whatever activity it is.
I really loved learning new songs and dances. Miley Cyrus's Hoe Down was a polpular choice (p.s. what has gotten into her.??!) But most of all I became obsessed with Mulan. (especially this song, it's infectious)
Slan!
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