Joyce in Wax

This picture was taken of me and James Joyce at the Wax Museum near campus.
I think it perfectly reflects my relationship with Joyce: I am happy and he looks like a grump! :)

In between all my Joycean escapades, I have been very busy.  My suitcases are finally unpacked and put away on the top of my train compartment bed.  Pictures of the room to come soon - it needs a few finishing touches.

I had an orientation meeting for my program on Friday afternoon.  It was great to meet the people in my program - it is a small group.  We found out that the building we are in for the Irish Writing program (and we share it with Creative Writing program) is the actual home Oscar Wilde was born in!  My future cohort is fun and diverse although I am the oldest (besides the token older grandfatherly gentleman).  I cannot wait to start class.  On Tuesday I begin with Perspectives in Irish Writing and then conclude with a class I will be probably be auditing called The Poet and Poetry: Yeats, MacNeice, and Heaney.  I actually want to have homework!  What a nerd! :)