Day 6 - Last Day in Dublin by Laura Cappelli and James Harren

     After the normal morning rituals of breakfast and bus riding, an amazing event occurred. An OPRF student asked a question during one of the lectures. The extraordinary Brian Pearlman asked an exquisite question that stumped both the lecturer and the audience. The lecturer applauded the complexity of the question; the question being "Given the history of satire in literature, was there anything that made Irish satire, in particular, unique?" This question of Brian's lead him to win MVP for the day. *Cue Clapping* We also met with Anne Fogarty, the professor of James Joyce Studies, to discuss the opportunity to receive college credit by writing essays in connection to James Joyce's work. Though the papers will not be due until well into September, it gives plenty of time for brainstorming topics and constructing arguments to use in the papers.

     After lectures and seminars, we split ways. Most students went shopping or hung out in St. Stephen's Green, while others picked up laundry. Following these excursions, we regrouped in front of Newman House in preparation for the closing ceremony and dinner. As we were waiting to enter Newman House, we were approached by a man leaving a birthday party with a box of sandwiches. He then proceeded to offer us the sandwiches, being greatly concerned whether or not we would truly eat them. He even returned twice to check up on the sandwiches.

     After discreetly placing the sandwiches under the staircase in the Newman House Foyer, we joined the other Joyceans for cocktail hour. We, of course,  did not partake in cocktails, but instead had orange juice and sodas. After mingling with the other members and taking group pictures in St. Stephen's Green, we received dinners that included chicken curry, halibut, rice, potatoes and various vegetables, along with the usual salad and bread. We also enjoyed mini tarts, with flavors like mango and rhubarb. After dinner, we listened to speeches that thanked various lecturers and patrons of the Newman House. We also sang a song, although none of us knew the rhythm or notes. Needless to say, we sounded amazing. After exchanging bittersweet goodbyes with the friends we had all made and we walked out of Newman House for one last time, though hopefully to return in the near future.