filling pages during class..

I wrote this during my 2 1/2 hour literature class today...

It has been one week since I left my home in Erie, Pa. My patience has been tried daily, sitting through long lectures of Irish life. After the fifth hour, the sour smell and lack of fresh air sinks in. I notice the silly girl from North Carolina playing with her gums. We're all in the same boat.
My mind wonders to my boyfriend still at home. Him singing along with John Legend, patronizingly observing my efforts in the kitchen, those eyes, the few words spoken since I'm been on this glistening Emerald Isle.
I find myself in the purgatory of immersion. I've been warned to watch my self, picked up on terms like "scoop" through society lecture and learned that investment in rubber boots and umbrella proves invaluable. The American accent is always a public giveaway, but the Irish are kind people. Even in the south..(this refers to the reading we got in Southern Dubliners being in a league of their own; think Malibu or Beverly Hills goers).
I have enjoyed the company I've kept, and have learned that by 3pm I will come down with an uncontrollable case of the giggles if Maggie is sitting on my right. I am aware of the impact of first impression, but in order to keep my mind, I must become just another silly American.
Then I added...I find it no coincidence that she (the girl from N.C.) read aloud the section on South Dublin, without stopping to chuckle just once. Maybe it hit too close to home.