Best Week Ever?

Ever since I got back from Italy, life here in Ireland has been wonderful, for a number of reasons:

1. The weather - although a bit frosty, the sun shines everyday and my feet are wonderfully and happily dry! Pictured is my daily walk from Corrib Village to School - b-e-a-utiful!

2. Parties - from halloween, to athletics club, to even my roommate Elisa's surprise party - there has just been a lot of fun and exciting events with new-found friends.

3. Martin Sheen - did I tell you I go to school with Martin Sheen? Yeah and I saw him! Its funny- I am about as far as you can get from hollywood, yet this is pretty much the only time I see a celebrity.

4. School - I actually am ahead of the game and getting a lot of work done!

ok so everything was going great - until came thursday. I decided to go out with friends to an 80/90's dance club, and happily broke a sweat to Phil Collins and Micheal Jackson! Rad!
However I must have crossed the 'borderline' (ok I don't even know if that song is 80s or not..) because I woke up the next morning feeling extremely worn out, tired and out of money. However I managed to drag myself out of bed, and even decided to treat myself to a coffee at the espresso stand (spending more money - I don't know what goes through my head sometimes). I ordered what I usually got back home - a grande drip - thinking nothing of it. However, having only dranken instant-can-this-really-be-called-coffee coffee practically since I have been here, the real stuff hit me like a ton of bricks. I vibrated my way through the next 5 hours of classtime, feeling sick to my stomach. To make matters worse - I got a group assignment back - which we failed (ok not quite, but pretty much). A 44 out of 100 (which is like a C in Ireland). But hey - if I blurred my eyes, those 4 look quite a lot like 9's.....

So here I was: failed paper in shaking hand, but also feeling like I could sleep for hours. My best week ever has come to an end - right?

well, maybe worse days were coming, but it didn't stop me from feeling extremely happy. My entreprenuership teacher told us that we can't be afraid of failures - maybe he said that to make us feel better about our grades to come - but I surely took it to heart at that moment. I realised that sometimes we make wrong choices: even if they are as minor as staying out too late while listening to cheesy music, drinking too much coffee, and failing school (ok that might not be as minor..). But this time I wasn't going to dig myself into a deeper hole by dwelling on it - but rather I was going to just be happy with what I have - like great friends and fun!

Ok sorry for that 'Full House' moment - that 80/90s stuff must have hit me harder than I thought!

off to Edinburgh today - lets hope my stomach can handle the haggis!

xoxoxo

Vanessa (who is pretty much best friends with Martin Sheen)