Megan Eaves-Egenes

it is 2:47 on the afternoon of thursday, february 14. valentine’s day. SAINT valentine’s day, as it were. i have just received my marks for semester 1, as DCU apparently keeps grades hostage for weeks, causing agony, insanity, and near rioting amongst most of its student body. i passed all of my modules. my lowest…

i seem to be one of those people that manages to become part of very small, very unusual niche groups, probably due in large part to my rather unconventional upbringing and generally strange set of interests. of course, the number of americans living abroad is not small. it’s really rather massive, when you think about…

christmas is over and we are well into a new year that promises to be at least as good as the last one. it’s not starting out badly – christmas in the perfect irish home of a sweet dublin family, the lynches; plus new years spent with my best friend and roommates – a quiet…

in every place i’ve been, there are different accepted remedies for a cold. i’ve started to wonder if these remedies don’t somehow reflect the cultures from which they originate. for instance, in the united states, we always say to eat chicken soup and drink orange juice. and its funny because, having grown up with this…

ai er lan – wo ai ni. i love you ireland. it’s a nice alliteration in chinese and i finally feel settled and homey here. like i’m not “abroad” anymore, but at home now. it’s lovely. just lovely. the weather is cold. even with rain, which normally warms things up, it’s frigid. today is the…

some weeks ago, we were given an assignment for our ‘intercultural workplace’ module, which was to choose a culture not our own and then act as someone from that culture in a mock human resources meeting. i choose to be a saudi arabian man named mr. aziz bin abdullah al-said. i went so far as…

i’m a terrible blogger. it’s true. last year in china, i had so much time on my hands. plus, it seems like weird shit was just a common occurrence in the prc. here in ireland, well, there is a lot of weird shit, too, but it’s less obvious, more understated weird shit. the trip to…

i am busy. i am a graduate student. i am an international student. i am the postgraduate, international class representative to the union council for the master of intercultural studies, and i’m also making room for a social life. this leaves very little room for sleep or outside activities, such as resting one’s feet or…