Meet Margaret!

May I just start off by saying: there are way too many Margarets in my life!
First, we got Mrs. B, or Poggy, future gardener of by English estate. Then Magz, my joyful freshmen roommate. And now, two more Irish Margarets. The first being my land lady Margaret. She is quite the interesting lady. Upon moving in she gave us bedding and offered ethernet cables, hair dryers, hair straighteners, converters, blankets to our heart's content. Then she insisted on making our beds. She literally would not let me make my own bed. We later found out the reason for her being able to offer us all these goods. Turns out she's kinda a horder. She basically keeps what ever students don't want at the end of the semester, which is very economical of her, but kind hilarious to see the office and "The room of spare chairs".  The office holds just about anything, tons of books, purses, blankets, sweatshirts, even a guitar, all for the taking. The room of spare chairs is a place that only my roommate Amadea has gotten to venture so far when her chair broke and Margaret brought her down to get a new one, but we all see it on our way out of the building since one of the walls is made of glass...it's kinda reminiscent of abstract art really.
The second Margaret is our Folklore professor, who insisted on being called Margaret by everyone. She seems like she might be in her 60s and is outlandishly sexist at times. Once she asked the class if we would be concerned if a women were to drive our bus. Apparently, she feels women are not competent drivers and was shocked when few in the class felt the same way. She is also very laid back. In general she is about 10 minutes late to everything, gives us a half hour coffee break every class, and then lets us out about an hour early. Except for this one time. Our first night on Inisheer we had just arrived to the Hostile drenched after a lengthy ferry ride, and after quickly changing, she herded us all out the door, told us to follow her, and then began to run. And there went our tiny 60 something professor off into the winding, nondescript roads of Inisheer. It was pouring rain, dark, and we all had no idea where we were going, so we had no choice but to take off after her. Let me tell you, this senior can book it if she wants to, and as one of my class mates pointed out afterward "Not to be creepy, but Margaret has a well built body".