This morning we had class with Vance. Is it sad to say that I was excited to have class? Okay, I was looking forward to class except for the not-being-able-to-sleep-in bit. Anyway, we had “class” with Vance today, but it was only in the morning. Our class consisted of us updating Vance on all of our adventures thus far (because I can’t post everything that happens here on this blog simply for the fact I don’t have time to be writing non-stop nor are some my stories to tell, like Colin and the Window or Skala Goes to Terminates).

After our 10:30 tea break, we had a crash course in Irish history consisting of the Battle of the Boyne up to the Easter Rising of 1916. When I say “crash course,” I mean we were flying through history so fast that I had to resort to calling some people McDude and completely screwing up the spelling of the names I did catch as I frantically typed notes as Vance spoke.

We had lunch then headed into Dublin by bus to Kilmainham Gaol—Dublin’s old prison. If we hadn’t had our crash course in Irish history, we would have been clueless.