Life here has begun to settle in to a routine of sorts. Or, if not a routine, at least there are predictable contours to my days: doing yoga in my room; badminton training on Tuesdays and Wednesdays and any other day(s) I can find people to call down to the gym with (which in the case of last weekend meant Friday, Saturday, and Sunday--SCORE!); attending the International Development Society weekly meeting; going to my course Tuesday-Thursday; sleeping in at the weekends; and Skyping every night with Arad until I reluctantly realise that bed cannot be put off for any longer.
Of course, having just asserted that things were rather routine, I now provide the exception: this week I am volunteering for the Cork Film Festival. This makes me rather busy--I am working a total of five four-hour shifts (Monday, Tuesday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday) for the education outreach program. All this means is that I show primary and secondary school kids in to the theatre. I'm a glorified usher, and it's a glorious volunteer gig--while working my shifts, I have so far gotten to listen to John Kelleher, Director of the Irish Film Classification Board, talk about film censorship in Ireland and to see Kings, an Irish film starring Colm Meaney that I've been itching to see for months now. Volunteering also means I get free membership to the Festival, and get in to one film free for every shift I work (I'm having a love affair with this word, 'free'). Although I haven't fully decided yet, I am definitely going to see Great Shorts, Women's Shorts, and Brides of Allah.
It's all very exciting and in good fun. More to follow.
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