This blog is devoted to my adventures abroad at University College Cork, Ireland. I was the George J. Mitchell Peace Scholar for the Fall of 2007. Please feel free to explore this page and the links provided. You can reach me at the contact info listed below. Slainte!

8.04.2009

Contacting Me

I can't believe it has been almost two years since I set off on my adventure to Cork. It seems like just yesterday I was trying to calm my nervous jitters and reviewing my flight information. Going to Ireland was truly and honor and a gift and I am forever grateful for the opportunity.

With that said, this blog is officially retired. I am back in the states and pursuing new and different adventures, so I don't often check my comments here. I have recieved many emails from prospective students and travelers and I always love hearing from others. What is the best way to reach me? Directly through email at katharine.gergosian at (use the @ symbol, I'm just trying to cut down on spam by not printing a direct link) gmail.com.

If you are interested in studying abroad at University College Cork, please contact the International Education Office for more information. I went on scholarship so the process was a little different for me and so I can't offer any insight on this part.

If you are interested in the University of Maine at Farmington, I can give you a student perspective, but for the best information it will help you to contact the Admissions Office.

I have provided links on the right hand side of this blog.

Slainte!

1.07.2008

Irish lore colored the journey

Irish lore colored the journey
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Shades of Green — By Katharine Rose Gergosian, Special to WoRD

Looking out my kitchen window at the fresh fallen snow, it is hard to believe that just last week my eyes rested on the city streets of Cork, Ireland. My semester-long experience has drawn to a close.

When I first began this column, I needed a title. In my search, I came across a bit of lore about the color green. The Irish believe there are 40 different shades of green throughout Ireland. This phenomenon sparked my interest. It seemed only fitting to name the column "Shades of Green."


What I did not realize is how the quest to find some of these shades would define my journey. My lighter side found whimsy in discovering yet another hue as I went through my day.

There was the dark, earthy green of the moss that covered the stone walls along the River Lee. Every day, I followed the river as far as I could until I reached the gates of University College Cork. This same color greeted me at the door to the International Office where I met many wonderful people who helped me adjust to my new home.

There was the deep, bottle green of my grocery bag. Now when I look at it, I can smile as I remember my first confusing trip to the Tesco supermarket. I can also think back to the many nights I had the opportunity to cook with my friends. With brimming totes in hand, we walked from the market to our apartment house where we created meals together.

There was the intense blue-green color of the majestic Lakes of Killarney. This same color appears on the painted benches overlooking Cork where I often stopped to sit. It is also the same color as the gingerbread trim on the convenience store where my friends and I enjoyed coffee and scones.

There was the bright, emerald green of the grass in the main quad at University College Cork. I spent many hours reading and enjoying the outdoors under the stately shadow of the castle-like building and clock tower. This same color appears in the glass pieces embedded in the walls on the way to campus. It could also be found in the blinking lights of the street-crossing signs.

There was the evergreen color of the small Christmas tree my friends and I bought for our holiday celebration. This would be our last party before heading home. The kitchen was decorated with lights and homemade snowflakes and and tissue-paper bows. We baked cookies from favorite family recipes that came from different parts of the world.

Leaving Cork, I was again reminded of these many shades. There on the plane, sitting on the tarmac, was a bright kelly green shamrock proudly displayed on the tail. As the plane flew over the ocean, I caught my last glimpse of Ireland. Patches of jade and emerald flooded my view.

Returning to this land where green slumbers under a blanket of cold white crystals, I am thankful for my time abroad. I missed my family, friends and my way of life in Maine, so I am glad to be back. I will not forget the people I met, the things I learned, or the wonderful experiences I had while I was away. Before long, spring will arrive with its pale new grass, but the deep greens of Ireland will stand clear in my mind.

Katharine Rose Gergosian is a 2005 graduate of Mt. Ararat High School and a junior at the University of Maine at Farmington studying secondary English education. She recently spent a semester abroad in Ireland at the University College Cork. As the recipient of the George J. Mitchell Peace Scholarship she is devoted to sharing her experiences with others and bringing cultural awareness to those on both sides of the ocean. She can be reached at katharine.gergosian@gmail.com.

12.20.2007

Shades of Green

Here are some of the shades of green I have come to know and love in Cork...





























12.17.2007

Studying abroad? Don't skimp on the preparations

Studying abroad? Don't skimp on the preparations
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Shades of Green — By Katharine Rose Gergosian, Special to WoRD

As studying abroad becomes more popular and education becomes more global, I thought it might be helpful for readers if I shared my newfound wisdom.

For starters, make sure you are very prepared. Research and ask questions before you leave, so you will know what to expect on your journey to your new temporary home. When I left Maine in September, I was able to navigate the airport and customs smoothly, had enough money in the correct currency for my cab fare, and found my apartment with little trouble, since I had done my homework and paid attention to the finer details early on.

This also made my trip more enjoyable, since I could solely concentrate on taking in all the new experiences around me.

Learn all you can about baggage regulations, and then fine tune your packing skills. The airline attendant will measure and weigh your luggage, so stick to the rules! As I prepared to leave for Ireland, I decided to bring only one suitcase with me. By opting to travel a bit lighter, I could easily manage my baggage on my own. But remember: when packing, you walk a fine line. If you opt for fewer items, you are agreeing to do laundry more often.

Once you have arrived at your destination, be vigilant when it comes to your safety. During my first few weeks in Ireland, I explored the city during the day on my own, but at night, I always traveled in a group and went to specific destinations I was already familiar with. Also make sure to keep a close eye on your passport. It is the most important piece of identification that you carry while out of the country, and it is the most difficult to replace if lost.

As a visiting student, you represent your country, your university and your family. It is important to raise your level of excellence a couple of notches. Practice diplomacy at all times, especially when it seems the hardest. Respect established policies and procedures, even if they appear mundane or unnecessary from your perspective. You are the guest, and your role is to observe and learn, not to initiate change or criticism. Too often I have seen students from the United States questioning basic requirements with an almost arrogant pursuit for American familiarity.

Academic and social situations also require you putting your best foot in front of the other. Your performance and participation in the classroom show your professors and sponsors your commitment and appreciation for this learning opportunity. Outside of school, relax and enjoy your newfound friends, but keep all things in moderation. Social networks like Facebook and Myspace, for example, are seen by more and more people, so watch what you post or what you give others the opportunity to capture on film.

Perhaps the most important point to consider when going to a new country is to keep an open mind and heart at all times. Take in every new experience like a child who is learning a new task for the first time. Savor it and make the most of each moment, for this truly is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Move away from your comfort zone and explore new territory. Do not limit yourself to only English-speaking or American friendships. While language barriers can create challenges and confusion at times, there is always the universal smile to ease an awkward encounter.

Above all, remember it is your attitude that determines the success of your experience. If you are prepared, calm and positive, your trip will more than likely be the adventure you want it to be.

Katharine Rose Gergosian is a 2005 graduate of Mt. Ararat High School and a junior at the University of Maine at Farmington studying secondary English education. She is spending a semester abroad in Ireland at the University College Cork. As the recipient of the George J. Mitchell Peace Scholarship she is devoted to sharing her experiences with others and bringing cultural awareness to those on both sides of the ocean. She can be reached at katharine.gergosian@gmail.com.

12.03.2007

Seeing the sights of Killarney

Seeing the sights of Killarney
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Shades of Green — By Katharine Rose Gergosian, Special to WoRD

This past week, I had the opportunity to do a little sight-seeing beyond the city limits of Cork. I traveled to Killarney, a small quaint town about an hour's drive northwest of Cork on the opposite side of the island of Ireland.

Going by bus, we rode on a two-lane, winding road that traversed a rich topography of rolling hills and plush greenery. I held my breath a few times as the road came close to the edge of a cliff. Fortunately, the Irish are sane about their driving habits and take precautions on these back roads.

Coming into Killarney, we saw thatched roof buildings and farms divided by stone walls carefully made by hand many years ago. There were jaunting cars and horse-driven carriages that used to be the only way to get around Ireland. Gorgeous mountains that perhaps would be considered hills in United States standards slopped down to three main lakes that stretch along a broad valley. These are the world famous "Lakes of Killarney" and they offer views that are simply stunning.

Hopping on a bicycle in downtown Killarney, I made my way through the busy streets to the outskirts of town where the Killarney National Park is located. If possible, the scenery was even more picturesque.

Dirt roads led me through fields and a forest full of cows, birds and majestic trees known as Oakwoods. In the heart of the park is Muckross Estate, a beautiful Victorian estate that proved to be the perfect place for lunch.

One of the highlights of this journey was seeing Torc Waterfall. It is not particularly tall, dropping 60 feet from the peak, but once again, the views were amazing. From the bottom of the falls, I looked up and followed the path of the water down over the cliffs and to the river below. Climbing the incredibly steep path next to the falls, I reached a peak near the top with more inspiring views of the park and nearby mountain ranges.

I travelled with the University College Cork's International Society. There were about 50 of us from many different parts of the world and it provided the perfect backdrop for this weekend of new experiences. Here was a wealth of learning about different cultures and countries waiting to be tapped into and unfolded.

One of the ways we discovered more about our various native cultures was through food. We cooked and dined on Italian, French and German cuisine. I offered a little of my Armenian heritage with a dish of pilaf in between traditional American fare of macaroni and cheese and apple crisp.

On the way back home, in the middle of the countryside, there was a sign that caught everyone's attention. It was painted bright yellow with a colorful little man and red printing that read "Leprechaun Crossing."

The bus driver heard us chuckling and told us that legend has it long ago in Ireland, the land was filled with wee folk. The leprechauns were shoemakers for the fairies and each one guarded a crock of gold that he kept hidden at the end of a rainbow.

"If you are lucky enough to spot one, fix him in your gaze," he advised, "for if you don't, he will trick you and once you look away, he will vanish and you will never see him again, nor the crock of gold."

Ireland is truly a beautiful, magical place. There is much to be said for a country that time seems to have forgotten — where marble is still mined by hand and many people get around by bicycle.

Katharine Rose Gergosian is a 2005 graduate of Mt. Ararat High School and a junior at the University of Maine at Farmington studying secondary English education. She is spending a semester abroad in Ireland at the University College Cork. As the recipient of the George J. Mitchell Peace Scholarship she is devoted to sharing her experiences with others and bringing cultural awareness to those on both sides of the ocean. She can be reached at katharine.gergosian@gmail.com.

11.20.2007

Check out my picture from Killarney and the Ring of Kerry!

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Haha, ok, so obviously this post doesn't really fit on this page! I went on a great trip to Killarney and the Ring of Kerry with the International Society at UCC. It was loads of fun and we saw some really beautiful sights.

Here are a few pages that describe a little more about Killarney National Park and the Ring of Kerry!

11.19.2007

Stuffed with a smorgasbord of Thanksgiving memories

Stuffed with a smorgasbord of Thanksgiving memories
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Shades of Green — By Katharine Rose Gergosian, Special to WoRD

As I study in Ireland, I will not be in the U.S. for some American holidays. As Thanksgiving approaches, I find myself full of thought. In my family, this holiday has always been centered on traditions.

First, there was the embellishing of the house that became more sophisticated with each passing year. Growing up, Mom was big on making sure I knew the story of the first Thanksgiving, so we would make all kinds of decorations and props. There were Pilgrim hat nut cups and Native American feather headdress napkin holders. The front window became a tempera stained glass creation of autumn scenery. The table was dressed with all of our creations and a fall basket centerpiece complete with a pine-cone turkey.

Next, there are the expressions of gratitude. When I was little, we would trace my hand and then write on each finger what I was most thankful for. As I got older, we walked in the woods to find the perfect branch to hang cut-out paper leafs that carried our thoughts of thanks. Each year the exercise was a little different, but the message always the same — to give thanks for the simple gifts of life. It did not matter who was visiting or if we were alone for the holiday, all were expected to take part in this ceremony.

Then there is the food — lots of food. Days of baking fill the house with the most wonderful smells. On Thanksgiving morning, the activity is well orchestrated. I awaken to the sounds of pots and pans taking their place on top of the stove. Mom and Dad begin preparations for an early afternoon meal while the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade is playing on the television. (Mom grew up going to the Detroit Parade each year, and this holiday would never be complete without floats, character balloons and Santa with Christmas carols.)

Finally, after all is said and eaten, we take a walk along the beach, unless the weather prohibits the excursion. The stiff breezes, sounds of the waves hitting the beach and the sea gulls whining for their evening meal serve as a nice close to a busy day rich with celebration.

Carrying these wonderful memories tucked somewhere between my heart and my head, I will have Thanksgiving in an Irish way this year. I will begin my day with breakfast at the international office. It is a tradition at University College Cork for students from the United States to take part in an "American breakfast" as a friendly reminder of home.

In between classes, I will treat myself to a trip to the bakery. It is a bit of a jaunt, especially on these colder Irish days, but it will be well worth the effort. Upon entering, the little bell on the back of the door will jingle, and my sense of smell will be overcome with delight and joy as the many fragrances that come from baking hit my chilled nose. Looking in the pastry case, my eyes will lead me to the perfect scones — moist, but not doughy, and full of fruit. It will just be a matter of choosing which one to accompany my cup of tea.

On my way home, I will stop to watch the river just like I do most days. The older gentleman who feeds the mallard ducks and sea gulls will be there. He will motion to me to take a slice of stale bread and throw it to the birds, for "these birds aren't going to feed themselves!" I will accept his offering, we will stand there in silence breaking off bite-sized pieces and tossing them to the noisy flock in the river below us.

Before returning to my apartment, I will go to the market and pick up something for dinner. It will not be Thanksgiving fare, but it will be fresh and wholesome. It will be the perfect backdrop for my exercise in gratitude.

While this Thanksgiving celebration may not include the American traditions I cherish, I will still be taking part in the true meaning of this holiday and giving thanks for all I have, for my family and friends at home, for all the wonder this experience in Ireland brings, for the new friends I have met and the lessons I have learned, for the many people who have read about my travels and kindly contacted me with their thoughts.

Katharine Rose Gergosian is a 2005 graduate of Mt. Ararat High School and a junior at the University of Maine at Farmington studying secondary English education. She is spending a semester abroad in Ireland at the University College Cork. As the recipient of the George J. Mitchell Peace Scholarship she is devoted to sharing her experiences with others and bringing cultural awareness to those on both sides of the ocean. She can be reached at katharine.gergosian@gmail.com.

11.05.2007

Take care, eat better get rested

Take care, eat better get rested
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Shades of Green — By Katharine Rose Gergosian, Special to WoRD

There is something noteworthy about how the Irish take care of themselves. Most everyone I have met seems to have the same pure and simple philosophy — the body and its many intricate parts are to be respected and valued.

This approach is not shrouded in sophistication. It begins with straightforward patterns and habits. The first step is an acceptance that the body needs attention, including relaxation and fuel, in order to be well functioning. I have noticed many businesses in Cork, including the University College Cork, take a break in the middle of the day for sustenance. Lunch is often more than a hurried sandwich and guzzled beverage full of caffeine to ward off the afternoon slump. It is a scheduled hour-and-a-half that includes a walk in the outdoors and fresh, healthy food.

Skipping this break in the name of needing to complete a project on deadline would never be considered an act of dedication and zealous commitment. Rather, it would be viewed as a denial of basic human necessity. A task can wait another hour or even another day, but the body deserves consistent care and regard.

Nurturing oneself is grounded on old-fashioned principles. Food is made to be eaten for nourishment, and therefore, contains nutrients that provide goodness and health. I have been amazed at how many different products herald ingredient lists that are short with recognizable names. There are few expiration dates and fewer preservation chemicals. For many folks here, freshness is the optimum standard, even if it means frequent trips to the market on the way home from work.

Many of my new Irish friends take time for the preparation and enjoyment of a meal. The notion of it being a luxury or an inconvenience is held less here than in our country.

Self-care is paramount to the emphasis the Irish place on preventative health care. This time of year in Ireland, the frequent rain and blustery days weaken even the healthiest of immune systems.

The other day, sitting in a lecture hall, the silence of a listening class was interrupted by the all too familiar and universal sick sounds of a cough and runny nose. The professor stopped her presentation, turned and said to the student, "Dear, are you ill? You look dreadful. How about you head on home and get some sleep? Come back when you're feeling better, OK?"

I was stunned. I wanted to hit "replay" to be sure I had heard correctly. This reaction was so foreign to what I had become accustomed to living in the States. We view sickness as an inconvenience to be overcome, not as an excuse to stop and recharge.

On a recent trip to the University Health Center, I experienced firsthand the Irish prescription for the head cold and flu — rest, healthy eating and allowing a virus to run its course. The medications we know as common preparations to reduce annoying symptoms are carefully stored behind closed doors and never used in an attempt to ignore the underlying illness.

It has been refreshing to experience a place where you are always regarded more important than the task, no matter who you are or what the task is. There is no substitute for timeless nurturing. Yes, it may mean the schedule takes a bit of a hit every now and then, but are not our prioritized and carefully detailed "to do" lists arbitrary for the most part?

It seems the Irish have one over on us when it comes to well-being. Their unrelenting, protective nature for the individual is the best chicken soup ever. It is no wonder they are a happy, fun-loving people with a longer lifespan than we can claim in our country.

Katharine Rose Gergosian is a 2005 graduate of Mt. Ararat High School and a junior at the University of Maine at Farmington studying secondary English education. She is spending a semester abroad in Ireland at the University College Cork. As the recipient of the George J. Mitchell Peace Scholarship she is devoted to sharing her experiences with others and bringing cultural awareness to those on both sides of the ocean. She can be reached at katharine.gergosian@gmail.com.

10.29.2007

Finally, I have pictures!

Welcome to any and all new viewers! Hope you enjoy following my various adventures! Feel free to email me at katharine.gergosian@gmail.com if you have any feedback or questions.

Here are a few pictures to show you where I've been. My internet is still touch-and-go so sorry if these are a little difficult to view. You can click the picture to see it bigger. Another option is to follow this link directly to my Photobucket album and there you will find little descriptions of what you're looking at until I can post both picture and description again!