The Institute

This week the semester started again, but before that, I had a lovely break: my Irish friend invited me to stay at her place in Clonmel - for three days! It was absolutely beautiful. (It really was - I'm not saying that because I live in bloody Limerick.)
There is a pretty institute in Clonmel, where pupils go and do their homework; from 3pm to 6pm or even 7! Imagine! Are those Irish parents aiming a bit too high? you might ask.
Anyway, somehow I ended up in that institute and helped one girl with her German translation exercise. I am good at Irish. (of course!) I don't hate any subjects. (translate: "I hate no subjects") Are you good at English? etc. etc. etc.
Must be so exciting to learn German -

The next day we took the video camera and went to see the Mahon Falls. Wow, stunning! We filmed an athletic sheep (and the dog running behind it), the water fall, the mountains, us.

Well, when my friend was home and checked the tape, there was nothing on it.
Guess where we two met.

Yes, basic media production course in Mary I. We must have missed something.