Author Archives: bratcherkatie
So Much Talent In A Small Space
I can’t say I’m surprised about the festival being full of talented individuals, but I also am having a hard time putting it into words. I’ve never been to anything like this. I’ve only been to the kind of festivals full of blaring music and drunken, sloppy young adults. Doesn’t really compare. Its been really […]
DRINK DRIVING IS BAD!
I bought the Armagh Observer to read some articles for this blog. It’s quite a large paper full of a multitude of stories. One thing that caught my eye about this paper in particular, is the space they dedicate to small stories that wouldn’t make the papers back home. I suppose because Armagh is a […]
A Hoot And A Holler
I have had the privilege of meeting so many interesting people so far! It makes me excited to meet so many more people. I had a particularly fun time talking to the youth at the hostel in Belfast. We compared slang, listened to each other’s accents, and giggled at what we thought of each other. […]
The Signs Are Faster Than You!
An observation has stumbled into my busy brain: the sign stick figures of Northern Ireland are always rushing along! This is an exit sign inside the hostel I have been calling home. This is not what we see in the States. This exit sign is so much more descriptive even without words! How do I […]
Objectivity? The Unicorn of Journalism?
After touring the BBC and listening to a few of the reporters and editors talk about the stories they covered over the years, I envy their experience but don’t envy the difficulty they faced working to appease every side of the Troubles. Being a new member to the world of journalism, I am learning all […]
The Red, White, and Blue
To be an American is to be free. It’s to be who you want to be. It’s to be whoever you want to be. To be an American is knowing you can make something of yourself. It’s to build your statue from scratch and pure innovation. To be an American is to be worth it. […]
Home? Have I Lost You?
Living Among Strangers… I tend to think of the word stranger as calling someone a strange person. I haven’t met any classifiably strange people here. Everyone is friendly, kind, and curious. I don’t feel the least bit out of place. Everyone has been so welcoming and I feel totally comfortable in this environment. Maybe I […]
The Hauntings of a Pleasant Nightmare
You can dream every night and still only remember a select few. The meaning of this is impossible for me to put into words but I can say that I take every dream, as I should; a sign sent to me from other worlds. I have dreamt of plenty of monsters, witches, and terrible circumstances. […]
Battling the Storm in my Brain
I have found myself feeling like a soggy sponge struggling to soak up every bit of information cast my way. Armagh is overflowing with culture and history. Now its time to start building my article/story topic and there are so many things to choose from. I want to be able to tie my piece back […]
Behind Every Door
Ireland is a land I have always dreamed of visiting. I have dreamed up this image in my head ever since I was young. Of course this was something I had based off of movies I’d seen. I had no real idea of what it would feel or look like through my own eyes. So […]