Today I went on a trip with the 6th year’s art class, my year-5th, and some 3rd years. We got the bus up to Dublin. We went to a museum, I think the National one, wasn’t paying too much attention to that cause I didn’t think I would be too into it, but…
It was seriously cool. There was loads of fascinating stuff there, we saw bodies which had been preserved in the bogs for maaaany years, and they affected me quite strongly. It is so strange to think that this body we’re looking at, this twisted remainder of a body, was actually a living, breathing, thinking, feeling human being. They had a whole life, cut short though it may have been by a blow to the head, of whatever caused them to perish. They were young and energetic and ran and smiled and loved and cried, and now they’re… This!
It’s so odd, and nearly impossible to wrap your head around. They had a whole life, and they are now on display for everyone to look at, and it’s just like… Whoa.. That could be me a while down the line. Or someone I know. It’s so crazy. It made me a bit sad really. Everything they did and this is how they end up.
But anyway, it was wicked to recognise all the items I had learnt about in school-the sun disks, torcs and lunulae, which are so thin they look like they’re made out of golden tinfoil. The bog bodies were the highlight though, I must say. Our bogs are so class, it’s such a shame they’re running out… And that’s what I call an understatement.
After that, it was a short walk down to the National Gallery, which was all like paintings and it was wonderful. There are so many different things there, and it was seriously enjoyable. The one thing that I can’t resist in a painting is water-if it looks real I’m hooked, and I’ll stare at it for ages trying to figure out how they did it. I love how if you just look at it it looks like water, but if you stick your head right up close to it you can see all the individual brush strokes and see how it is all put together. I was perusing the paintings with a friend, and we were so impressed with how much we sounded like art connoisseurs, commenting on all the aspects of the paintings, but it was interesting to think about how someone who actually did know how to appreciate art and stuff would probably look down on us for our ignorance and immaturity in relation to it all. But who cares, cause I enjoyed myself!
We got the classmate who can do some origami to make a crane out of our “comments” sheet, to make it more fun for someone to examine. Our comment was gushing with praise, and it had a cheerful little Good Day Fish at the bottom 
One thing I really liked was the donations box in the foyer, it had beaten metal disks, slightly curved, racked across the inside in different directions, and multiple holes for money to go in, so if you dropped the coin right it would bounce from disk to disk. I thought it was a really clever way of encouraging people to donate. I also liked how there were plenty of ten euro notes-they showed that people really do appreciate the gallery and stuff, enough to give that much money when they could give nothing. It makes me feel better about the human race.
