Sore Bum

My butt is basically numb for two reasons. One is that I sat in class for one million hours today and two because I took a wicked hard spinning class. We will start with the latter..

So whenever I am making new friends I somehow always gravitate towards very athletic people. Probably because they are not offended by my school clothes that are mainly sweats or the messy bun look I rock almost everyday to class. Fancy clothes are for the weekend. Anyways somewhere in get-to-know-you conversation and what did you do this morning questioning..I end up talking about going to the gym. Which ALWAYS prompts a "hey we should take a class together!" and I always respond "yaa that would be awesome!!" then I spend the next couple nights praying that the class is nothing dance related. The only other kind of fitness class that I dread is spinning. I mean I consider my self pretty in shape and at my prime I have competed at some pretty high athletic levels..but truth is no 6'7 Yale beast of a rower ever intimidated me as much as people in spinning classes do. Sure enough tonight I was dragged into one..after a ton of excuse making. These girls were not letting me off the hook.
So I went.
I died.
I was too tired to stand and cook dinner after.
I ate golden grahams.
Oh and cherry..an old man in short shorts and a rugby top kicked my trash the whole time.
Don't worry no more spinning tomorrow..its Zumba time.

Moving on..Class!
I had my other two classes today, Contemporary Irish Society and Health Care Policy and Practice in Ireland. Both were very interesting, but I am still having trouble sitting through these extra long classes (even with the coffee..). In my Irish Society class we were asked to keep a diary of our reactions to the material we learned and how it relates to the Ireland we see orrrr turn over the address to our blog at the end of the course (so long as we reflect on what we have learned and make a list of questions about things we see and a glossary of terms we hear). So you all get to hear me ramble about that every Tuesday through Thursday yaaaay... or you can just not read it.

Sooo today I found the most interesting topic we talked about to be why the Irish are perceived as such a happy group of people. I mean its definitely more than just a perception from my experience but still.. Even before I came here I would have guessed that. Apparently this is because among the European nations they have never fought with anyone..not in ANY European war.. they have just managed to stay completely neutral. Breaking away from Britain aside. As long as the Irish were/are not British they are happy. This lack of enemies has landed them a label as nice and friendly among almost all of Europe and spread to most the world.
Vocab:
Cheers- I have been told cheers in nearly every place in conversation as a goodbye, hello, thank you, you're welcome, or just a random interjection
Question:
What is a sandwich here? I've seen it on bread, cakes, and cookies (not ones with filling either..that would make sense)