Thus began a day in which many, many things happened and I didn't know what the heck I was supposed to be doing most of the time. But, I did get a room in a flat with four Irish kids and a British girl. Huzzah! I went to bed my first night at about 8 o'clock and was horribly overwhelmed and felt terrible and cried (a lot), but then I woke up at 4 a.m. and listened to the people doing drunken (I'm assuming) karaoke on the football pitches in their sweet Irish accents, and I called home. And then I felt much better.
Summary of Wednesday: I got some classes and became and official student, was filmed for the pilot of a BBC game show, and I bought food. My food shopping pretty much consisted of me buying the most un-American sounding things that I could find, including such items as champ, wee soda bread (that's actually what the package says), and rhubarb flavored yogurt. Wrap-up: Wednesday was a pretty good day.
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