In my mind, Ireland always looks like this scene from P.S. I Love You.
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the backdrop, all green rolling hills, bright purple flowers
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Today one of my students told me
[during a lesson on writing definitions]
that Ireland was a country where people wore a lot of hats.
yup.. .
not a joke.
.straight face and all.
i don't know if this is what he was picturing
or this
i've got to be honest.
i did giggle a little. too loudly. when i was standing there in front of him.
[i think because i imagined the first picture]
luckily, he's the type of kid who can realize i wasn't laughing at him.
.more at the situation.
he laughed with me. and we then revised his definition: deleting the hat part.
i later suggested, kindly, that during library he check out a book on Ireland.
_when he returned he couldn't seem to put it down.
i guess his images of ireland are no sillier than mine.
a country full of gerard butlers - gentle, mild mannered romantics.
.i guess it's all about our own versions of reality.
