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Contacting Me

2009-08-04T11:15:00.003-05:00

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!

Irish lore colored the journey

2008-01-07T19:51:00.000-05:00

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.

Shades of Green

2007-12-20T20:12:00.000-05:00

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

Studying abroad? Don't skimp on the preparations

2007-12-17T19:01:00.000-05:00

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.

Seeing the sights of Killarney

2007-12-03T18:59:00.000-05:00

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.

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

2007-11-20T12:35:00.001-05:00

Photobucket Album

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!

Stuffed with a smorgasbord of Thanksgiving memories

2007-11-19T18:57:00.000-05:00

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.

Take care, eat better get rested

2007-11-05T18:54:00.000-05:00

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.

Finally, I have pictures!

2007-10-29T08:49:00.000-05:00

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!

Update on the Internet Situation! I Am Alive!

2007-10-23T10:40:00.000-05:00

Ok, just so everyone knows, my internet is not working very well, and hasn't been fast enough for me to upload pictures. Don't be too sad, for if I can't get it to work in my apartment soon, then I will work something out, ok?

Here are some links to the news paper columns in The Times Record. I am writing for them about my experiences and thought I would share them for my friends who are not in the mid-coast area!

Press Release (9/24/2007): http://www.timesrecord.com/website/main.nsf/news.nsf/0/44831FBF33E374C105257360007BD728?Opendocument
First Column (9/24/2007): http://www.timesrecord.com/website/main.nsf/news.nsf/0/6E6CEA951E1A287905257360007BD7FC?Opendocument
Second Column (10/8/2007):
http://www.timesrecord.com/website/main.nsf/news.nsf/0/DC2B7F65E5BB50A40525736E005848ED?Opendocument
Third Column (10/22/2007):
http://www.timesrecord.com/website/main.nsf/news.nsf/0/18ACA85B0E5370C80525737C006473D5?Opendocument

Irish humor may be the cure for what stresses ya'

2007-10-22T19:46:00.000-05:00

Irish humor may be the cure for what stresses ya'
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Shades of Green — By Katharine Rose Gergosian, Special to WoRD

In my short stay here in Cork, Ireland, I have quickly come to appreciate the fun-loving nature of the Irish. There is always time for a bit of laughter or light hearted humor. I had a taste of this during an orientation session at the college. As with any introduction to a new school or program, the information was dry and straight-forward. A fellow student raised his hand and directed a safety question to the officer from the local guardia (police department).

He asked quite seriously, "Is jaywalking a violation in Ireland?"

The officer responded, just as seriously, "Nine times out of ten, if you don't get killed, jaywalking is OK."

And then he chuckled in perfect comedic timing.

Now Irish teasing can almost appear sarcastic to the untrained American. I remember my first trip to the grocery store. I was walking on a main street in the city, and cautiously approached a busy intersection. There were people waiting to cross on the other side, and so I made the choice not to press the crossing button. A man came up behind me, pushed the button and in what I interpreted as a gruff voice asked, "Well, did you think the light would change on its own?"

That day, I was immediately embarrassed, for I felt the man was being critical of my action or lack there of. Today, I probably would have joked with the man, for he meant no harm and was waiting for a quick witted response.

The way Irish folk give directions is a lovely example of their amusing spirit.

Recently, I found myself on a search for a class that was going to be held in a building not marked on my campus map. I asked a university security guard for directions and this was his reply:

"OK miss, you will have to go across town, but don't worry, it's really quite simple. Find the river. Then locate the coffee shop. It's the one with the yellow umbrellas out front. There will be a park right before it, just follow the traffic circle halfway around. Then, find someone, anyone in the area, and ask them if they know where the hospital is. Then, once you find the hospital, there will be a bridge. Cross it, go up the hill, but don't follow the sidewalk. Find the sewing shop with the baskets in the window and then you will see a long hedge. Stay to that side until you see a building that will look like a church. It won't be the first church on the hill, as there are many right there, but keep looking for the one that has a University College Cork sign that is tacked to the inside of the front wall. Once you find it, you're there!"

Needless to say, I was confused and it did not get any better. The yellow umbrellas were not put out for the day, and the baskets were missing from the storefront, so I was completely thrown off course.

When I arrived panting, late and frustrated for my class, I quickly realized I was not the only one who had the same experience.

I took note of how the Irish students were handling the same situation. They found the missing umbrella and basket landmarks funny, and all in a day's mishaps, or perhaps the antics of the gnomes. They were not stressed about being late for the class.

The professor had the same reaction as she commented, "What a nice opportunity to tour the city of Cork, eh?"

Ah, yes, what I appreciate most about Irish humor is how it can soften the rough edges of daily living and brings perspective to what is truly important. Perhaps if we were more apt to taking life a little less seriously in our country, there would be more time for laughter and poking fun. We consider this child-like, but in Ireland, it is an antidote for the stress Americans know only too well.

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.

Cork not about old or young; city's past and future go hand-in-hand

2007-10-08T19:45:00.000-05:00

Cork not about old or young; city's past and future go hand-in-hand
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Shades of Green — By Katharine Rose Gergosian, Special to WoRD

Cork, Ireland, is a mixture of generations. Everywhere you turn, there is a merging of old and new that blend together in unexpected combinations.

Take for example, my apartment building. It is fairly new, with a glass circular front that encloses a contemporary winding staircase. Each apartment has all the modern amenities one would need to be comfortable.

When I look out my porch doors, my view is considerably different. I see a narrow alley, made up of older buildings with tin roofs and an intricate, aged stone wall edged with ivy. Upon peering closer, I can see a wooden sign tacked to rickety barn doors advertising a furniture-maker by the name of William M. O'Sullivan.

Generational differences are more apparent when I walk to University College Cork. I travel through many different parts of the city as I make the almost two-mile trek. The sidewalks I step upon have obviously been patched many times. What once began as dirt or rock slabs along the road is now a patchwork of brick, asphalt, concrete and stone.

My walk leads me along the River Lee. On its banks are an assortment of establishments, including the historic Beamish Brewery and a handful of upscale hotels. On one stretch of my route, I pass two Internet cafes, a tattoo parlor, a natural foods outlet, and a store specializing in printers and ink cartridges. Just across the street is Saint Fin Barre's Cathedral, a famous landmark in Cork that dates back to the seventh century and was part of the Gothic Revival in 1862.

Upon arriving at the campus, I am again reminded of this mixture of historical and modern influences. The Tudor Gothic quadrangle, originally the extent of the college in 1845, is now part of a large campus that includes a modern student center with its outer wall of glass, the Boole library and the older, yet expansive science and medical buildings.

The Irish value what was originally the backbone of the city, and display these elements with pride, even as they add new dimensions and architecture. As a result, Cork has remained a place rich in tradition as well as economic growth. There is a respect for the past and a reverence for the future. This eclectic vision offers a depth and continuity that spills over to the natives in their thoughts and lifestyles.

Cork is considered a "young city," according to the latest census report revealing a high percentage of 15- to 29-year-olds. The report also suggests there are a large number of people in the age range of 55 to 85.

Consequently, it is commonplace to see a group of seniors frequenting the same local pub as college students.

I have found this blending to be both aesthetically pleasing and wonderful to take part in. It is somehow refreshing and comforting all at the same time, for it is neither forced nor contrived. It is simply the way it is, and has been for far too many generations to count.

I cannot help but wonder how our cities and towns might look, if we in America had the same regard for history and our elders. How would it be if instead of tearing down and building new, we gave equal merit to preservation as we forged ahead to the future? Perhaps our need to have everything perfectly matched in the same architectural style is adversely affecting our thinking and how we treat each other.

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.

Picture Post 4 - I'm finally posting again!

2007-10-01T07:00:00.000-05:00

Alright friends, I'm back. Sorry about the long hiatus. Between camera batteries, rain, class registration and all sorts of orientation craziness I got a little behind! More to come, I promise, but here are a few pics I've shot recently.

Is there anything specific you guys would like to know about or see? Don't be shy, I'd love to look around and answer some questions for ya!

So excited! I found a locksmith shop! Woot!

This is a rather popular pub near-by. And these are the kegs ready for pick-up. Huge trucks from the breweries come by during the day to pick up the empties.

This is another tavern I pass on my way to the UCC campus. Notice all the bright colors!

Entrance to the English Market. I will go here soon and give you all a glimpse of what it's like!

Local billboard that makes me giggle!

This is the main quad on the UCC campus. It was originally the whole school way back in the day! It's really beautiful!

This is the one of the buildings on campus. This also shows you what a lovely day it was here when I shot this!

See the little green triangle above the pink and yellow building? That's the music building. It's an off-campus UCC building and it's quite a hike to get there. Next time I go I'll show you how giant the hill is to get there!

Look! I found a street sign! And it's even on a street corner and points in the right direction! This, my friends, is rare.
And lastly, for today, is a shot of a random building. Bright colors are very common around town and this is an example of what I mean!

Picture Post 3 -- Around the City

2007-09-17T07:06:00.000-05:00

Since I have arrived the weather has been amazingly beautiful. We have only had rain once and it was light rain for just a few hours. These pictures are from my first few trips around town. I am trying to learn to navigate as streets are rarely marked. It seems as if, in Cork City, one must rely on landmarks to make their way around so I am learning by trial and error where things are!

As usual, picture captions are underneath the image. Enjoy!

I'm on the 4th floor of my apartment complex...
Here is an outside view of my building...
These are hung on poles all around the river just in case someone falls in and needs to be rescued. They are rather silly looking but I suppose it's always a good idea to be prepared!
My cab driver told me that this is going to be one of the tallest buildings in Ireland.
This is a random stone wall of Brooks Pharmacy. This sort of stonework is everywhere in Cork.

Here is a view of town from a window in my building. This is a shot of the beautiful blue sky and the tower of Holy Trinity Church.

This is a shot of "Father Mathew Quay" on the south channel of the River Lee. The river runs through Cork in 2 channels, the south and the north. It is sort of a guiding point for navigating.

The quays on both sides of the south channel of the River Lee.
As you can see, it was a beautiful day with spotty clouds and sunshine! The river is very calm and mirror-like most of the time.

These stone walls are all over Cork. As you can see, they are very tall and I have found that when you're going down a street that is "walled in" like this it makes navigating a little more difficult because you can't see what is around you at all! But they are pretty... This is St. Fin Barre's Cathedral.
Another shot, over the hedge that surrounds St. Fin Barre's...
Last but not least, here is a picture of the amazing angel statue on one of the roof peaks.

As always, more pictures are on there way, so keep reading!

Picture Post 2 -- A Visual Tour of My New Home!

2007-09-11T14:17:00.000-05:00

Ok folks, I know you wanted to see this and really feel like you're here with me, so here is literally a tour of my en suite apartment I'm sharing with 2 other girls.
Welcome to Copley Court! Come on in! Here's our front door.Here's the kitchen/living area we share.

Here is my suite.

See? It really is mine!
Lets go in. I'll show you around.

I have my own shower!!! I don't have to share it with 26 other girls! YES!!!
It's a tiny sink! Obviously I had to take a picture of that!
What's behind the double doors? Could it be...
It's a closet! And a clean, organized one at that!
A tidy little desk, too! YAY! What's behind the drapes...
A door to...
The balcony! Yes folks, I share a balcony with one of the girls I live with. It's cool. By the way, that slab of stones and places to sit is the "courtyard" for the apartment complex I'm in. Can you tell I'm in the city now?!
See the wall on the left? That is the way the old streets and neighborhoods join the "new" places.

Cool looking sign on the back of a building I can see from the balcony...

Last but not least, my favorite place on Earth right now with all the jet-lag -- BED!

Hope you enjoyed your "tour"!

Picture Post 1 -- Getting Here

2007-09-11T13:20:00.000-05:00

Here are some pictures from my flights to Ireland!

Info/captions are written below the photo.

I began at Boston's Logan Airport, connected in London's Heathrow Airport with a 5 hour layover, and then I took an "airbus" to the airport in Cork, Ireland.

Entering New Hampshire...

The traveling companion I bought at Logan... We hit a little turbulence as we approached England... This is what it looked like when we landed in Heathrow...

But by the time I went through passport checks, customs and security dawn was breaking!

Jet-Lag-R-Us! Don't I look happy about a 5 hour layover?

The gate that my plane "might come in on" as I was told by the woman who checked my pass. It was actually gate 90...whatever. I got there and that's all that matters!

Leaving Heathrow seemed to take forever...

NOTE: It was a very hazy day, so sorry for the grey-looking pictures.

After descending from the clouds this was my first glimpse of Ireland.

Here's a little coast. And a boat! And here's where I started grinning like a goon and got really really excited.

More green! It's hard to tell, but most of the lines you see dividing the properties seemed to be shrubs and trees. It's pretty cool looking.
So yeah. It's true. There are 40 shades of green. And a lot of brown tones, too.
Note the giant cluster of houses towards the top. I have no idea what it is.
Huge quarry? I'm not sure about this one either...
RUNWAY SHOT! I made it! And there is even MORE green!

UPDATE!

2007-09-11T13:16:00.000-05:00

AFTER A LONG, QUIET SUMMER I'M BACK!

I AM EMBARKING ON MY NEW ADVENTURES AND MY SEMESTER IN IRELAND AND WILL BE POSTING TONS OF THINGS!

BE SURE TO KEEP CHECKING BACK FOR MORE PICTURES, STORIES AND NEW THINGS I'VE LEARNED!

Press Release

2007-08-16T18:48:00.000-05:00

University of Maine at Farmington Student Katharine Gergosian Named 2007-08 George J. Mitchell Peace Scholar

FARMINGTON, MAINE (August 16, 2007)--Katharine Gergosian, a junior from the
University of Maine at Farmington, will study in Ireland this fall as the
2007-08 George J. Mitchell Peace Scholar. This is the fourth consecutive
year that a UMF student has been selected for a George J. Mitchell Peace
Scholarship.

This prestigious award was created in 1998 in tribute to former U.S.
Senator George J. Mitchell for his work in helping to facilitate a peace
accord between Ireland and Northern Ireland and his lifelong devotion and
commitment to public service. Both the University of Maine System and the
Maine Community College System award either one full scholarship or two
one-semester scholarships each year.

After a competitive process, Gergosian, a native of Topsham, was selected
based upon her strong academic ability, commitment to community service,
and exceptional leadership skills. As a recipient of the scholarship, she
will attend University College Cork, Ireland, for one semester, where
academic fees will be waived and she will receive free tuition, room and
board, and a $1,000 travel stipend.

At UMF, Gergosian majors in secondary English education. She has been
active in the new student orientation program, has mentored youth in the
community and was involved in the study of the campus tobacco policy. She
is a member of the UMF Modern Dance Company and is employed as both a
residence hall assistant and a security assistant in the Office of Public
Safety. She is currently working in the UMF Office of Admission.

According to Gergosian, an appreciation of leadership skills and community
involvement came naturally to her, since her parents, Jim Hoover and Jo Ann
Gergosian, were active in their town ever since she can remember. "Through
their example, my parents taught me true power is grounded in respect and
humility with strong ideals and knowledge. It comes from bringing together
people from different backgrounds to create intelligent dialogue that
results in profound consensus and resolution. It is simply talking with
compassion, rather than pushing your point of conviction," observed Gergosian.

UMF has been a perfect fit for Gergosian and her personal philosophy of
making a difference. "At orientation my first year, I was inspired by
President Kalikow's opening speech. She encouraged us to get into the
rhythm and get involved," said Gergosian. "There are so many leadership
opportunities at UMF. This college really gives you the framework you need
to succeed."

One of Gergosian's UMF Public Safety supervisors and co-workers, Jill
Orcutt, described her in a letter of recommendation. "Katie Rose exhibits,
though her life, all the qualities of a genuine leader, including honesty
and integrity, and she does it with a humble, grateful attitude. Her
maturity and scholarship have shown us that she will be an excellent
representative and ambassador for the University of Maine at Farmington and
the University of Maine System."

Gergosian's career goal, after graduating from UMF in 2009, is to teach
secondary English in Maine.

About Former U.S. Senator George J. Mitchell

At the request of the British and Irish governments, Maine native and
former U.S. Senator George J. Mitchell served as chairman of the
International Commission on Disarmament in Northern Ireland. He later
served as chairman of the Peace Talks in Northern Ireland, which led to the
adoption of the peace accord in May 1998.

George J. Mitchell was born in Waterville, Maine, and earned his bachelor's
degree from Bowdoin College. He later served as an officer in the U.S. Army
Counter Intelligence Corps and earned a law degree from Georgetown
University. He worked as a lawyer, served as U.S. attorney for Maine in
1977, became a U.S. district court judge and was appointed to the U.S.
Senate in 1980, eventually becoming senate majority leader. He retired from
the Senate in 1995. During his 14-year career in the Senate, he championed
major legislation, including the first significant acid rain bill,
reauthorization of the Clean Air Act, the Americans with Disabilities Act,
Superfund toxic cleanup legislation, campaign finance reform and universal
health care. He also served on the joint congressional committee to
investigate the Iran-Contra Affair in 1987.

# # #

For more information, please contact UMF Dean of the College of Arts and
Sciences Robert Lively at 207-778-7431, or lively@maine.edu.

EDITOR'S NOTE: You will find photo at
http://www.umf.maine.edu/campus/docs/RP067-053.jpg

Photo Credit: UMF photo

Photo Caption:
Katharine Gergosian receives George J. Mitchell Peace Scholarship from UMF
President Theodora J. Kalikow.

Conflict Illistrated

2007-07-03T13:33:00.000-05:00

I wanted to share this movie because I found it very striking, interesting and it carries a really good message. The murals in this clip are located in Belfast, which is in Northern Ireland, and are an artistic result of the conflict.

This website offers more information: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Northern_Irish_murals

My favorite part of this video? The message: "The real and lasting victories are those of peace and not war."
If only we could all operate with this in mind.

Awards Luncheon

2007-06-22T15:23:00.000-05:00

So a few weeks ago there was a small luncheon for the winners of the George J. Mitchell Peace Scholarship. Here are a few pictures of me all dressed up!

Standing in front of the Mercedes I was driven in! What fun! I was a special guest and rode to Orono with the Dean of Arts and Sciences at UMF.

Gathered for lunch...pictured are members of the selection committee, the scholarship recipients, family members and honored guests from the Maine university system.
And here I am looking all blushy... (they were saying lots of nice things about me!)

I'm getting so excited for Ireland!

Most Exciting Post?

2007-04-10T08:20:00.000-05:00

I've done my best to keep my excitement under control, but I fear I can't any longer! Back in February I applied for the George J. Mitchell Peace Scholarship. "The George J. Mitchell Peace Scholarship honors the Northern Ireland peace accord brokered by Senator Mitchell between the governments and peoples of Ireland and the United Kingdom." It is a highly competitive scholarship and is open to all students in the University of Maine system. The award allows students to attend Cork Institute of Technology or the University College Cork of the National University of Ireland. Typically, 2 students are chosen for this award and attend the school of their choice for a semester each.

Anyways, I decided to complete the extensive application and apply for the award. I didn't have any expectations and I knew my chances were going to be slim, for I assumed many highly qualified applicants would also be vying for the award. In early March I received a call that informed me my application had been reviewed and that I had made it into the final round of candidates. I was scheduled for an interview with the selection committee at the University of Maine System Offices in Bangor. The day of my interview was a Thursday and Mom and Dad took time out of their busy schedules, and drove to Farmington to be part of the excitement! They picked me up, and we drove for another 1 and a half hours until we reached Bangor. There I had my interview, and was told I would hear the results by April 10th.

Fast forward twenty-four hours to Friday. I had class, and then completed a photo session for my practicum movie. After that I called Mom and Dad, told them about my day, and then promised to call the next day. Nothing too eventful. Then, on a whim, I decided to check my voice mail (All R.A.s have voice mail on our phones for inter-campus business.). To my great surprise, I had a message! It was from the scholarship committee, informing me that I had been selected as a recipient and would be going to Ireland in the fall! Upon hearing this, I squealed like a little girl and dropped my phone! Then, I called Mom and Dad.

I'm going to IRELAND! I will be an international student at University College Cork for the Fall 2007 semester! It's still sinking in, but it is SO exciting!