I never saw the term until this weekend, but I have had the problem all my life.
Every Monday night in Irish class we are all supposed to tell a scéal–a story about something that had happened in our lives. The idea is provide to practise composing and speaking Irish. The truth value of the scéal is not particularly important–It can be completely made up. This is personally difficult, since mistakes are inevitable and I do not deal well with making mistakes in public. But it is obviously important, so I go ahead.
In the scéal I try to talk about something that really happened, simply because I want to relate Irish to the rest of my life. Last night I said a little bit about Convergence. This may have been too ambitious, since I had to look up some specialized vocabulary. However, the work was fun. Continue reading