Introcamp

Hey guys,

Just got back from Intro Camp up in Bjerringbro. Unfortunately, I came back kinda sick, so I won't be at school for a day or two while my body kicks these germs' asses.

Learned a bit of Danish, the basics at least. So, from now on dearest Klasse 1e, ye shall help me speak it whenever possible, and ye shall speak to me only in Danish unless absolutely necessary.

Tak =]

Made a couple new friends up there, Carol from New York and Jacklyn from Colorado. We hope to see each other at least once a month. Though the train is expensive, perhaps I can get a pass for it like I did with the bus? I'll have to look into that. Found a new favorite breakfast food- swiss cheese and strawberry jam on soft white bread. Delicious. Mom- I'm making you guys try it when I get home. Be prepared. We went to an interesting art museum in Arhus, the third floor still kinda freaks me out when I think about it O.o Weird stuff. Can't believe it passes as art.

By the way, Dad, if you're reading this, I need to talk to you about something, so email me if you could and we'll try to set up a webcam session on Skype.

Finally got pictures of Stevninghus up, as well as Intro camp, the links to those pictures are here- Enjoy =]

Stevninghus-

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=104607&id=587188838

My introcamp pictures

http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=104616&id=587188838&saved

Introcamp

This is on carols profile, so I dunno if everyone will be able to access it- http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=34073&id=1379520046

Stevninghus!

Before I start, let me just give a shout out to my buddies from Klasse 1e, I know you guys read this probably more than my family and friends do back home. So if I write about you in here, don't take it personally, or let it inflate your ego too much. =P

Since Denmark appears to be much cooler than the states, we went on a camping trip with our class. The campgrounds were called Stevninghus ( hence the title ) which was about 15 km away, give or take. We rode our bikes. Which wouldn't have been so bad except for the hills. It was actually rather nice at first, I had my Ipod in, there was a slight breeze, beautiful Danish morning riding by the harbor. But Aabenraa is basically a valley, so we had to go up up up up and out. Gosh, everytime we'd get over a hill, it'd flatten out a little bit, and I'd pray- please God, no more hills! He just kinda laughed and told me he couldn't change the amount of hills in my course.

Touche God, touche. But a little extra strength would be much appreciated. At least half the way was uphill. Not to mention we were going against the wind. And keep in mind, I hadn't been on a bike much in over two years. And all these kids were just passing me by like it was nothing, and I thought- Wtf?! Then I remembered they'd been biking since probably before they could walk.

Danish bikes are kind of odd too. Bigger for the most part, and the seat is far too high for my taste, forces me to bend over farther than I'd like ( that's what she said, haha)

Anywho, it was a pretty interesting 28 hours. Got there, set up tents, all that good stuff. Played some strange ' team building' activities to get us closer as a class. Something about an obstacle course with a log between our legs O.o Walking across a field on a big wooden structure shaped like an A. Left, right, left right. hahaha, the best was ' jousting'. Reminds me of " A Knights tale" They get on a bike and try to get the stick through the tiny metal ring. Pretty amusing to watch.

I took some pictures, ( with my new camera, bahaha) unfortunately I forgot to bring it with me during the activities. But still. I'm not used to being the center of attention. Those darn Danes ask so many questions =P ( just kidding, I don't mind I just dont always know how to answer them) Had a pretty good time though. I think they have a hard time accepting the fact that I won't drink or smoke, but they'll get over it =]

P.S. Remember that you can comment on these posts, it doesn't have to be only a one way communication. If you have some thoughts, please, let me know.

Back to School

So, I've come to realize, that I've been at the bottom of the school food chains for quite some time now. By being at the bottom, I mean in the youngest grade of the school. Traces all the way back to sixth grade. Sixth grade was the beginning of middle school in Hawaii, 7th grade was the start of Jr High in Utah. I did online school for 8th grade so that doesn't count. 9th grade was the start of highschool in Florida, Tenth was the start of HS in Utah, and 11th is the start of gymnasium in Denmark! Which turns out, is more of a college than a highschool.

When students here reach 9th or 10th grade ( can't remember which ) They graduate highschool, and they can choose to either- stop school and find a job, go to a specified college based on their interests, or they can go to a gymnasium which is basically a college for people who don't know what they want to do with their lives yet, or who want a more rounded education. Which is what I am currently attending. Aabenraa Statsskole.

I knew there was too much freedom for it to be highschool. I have free periods sometimes between classes, there's no dress code, teachers can let you out of class early if they feel like it.

Also, it's not like American schools where you change teachers, classrooms, and peers multiple times a day. You ( for the most part) keep the same classmates, and you just switch teachers. It's a really good thing if you like the people in your class. You get more connected, etc. But it's not a very good way to meet a bunch of new people.

On wednesday, all the first years go on a camping trip with their classmates. So we'll see how that goes. I've made a few friends so far. People seem to be pretty nice to me, although I get laughed at a bit. The poor little lost American wandering around the hallways. Yep, that's me.

Honestly, I'm more concerned about the bus systems than I am the schooling. I have to wake up at five, take two buses and spend an hour and a half getting to a place that's only 15 minutes away by car. Then I have to walk 10 minutes after getting off the bus, because heaven forbid it drop me off anywhere near the school hahah.

That's okay, more to come later, I'm sure I've made this post longer than it needs to be already. Farvell =]

Klostermærken

Good news! Mom is sending me a new camera, but my host father its letting me borrow his for now.

Today I went to a Danish Carnival, called Klostermærken. It's very traditional, takes place once A year. We walked around, looking at all the different game stalls, and etc. Lots of colors, voices, very interesting items, haha. Almost like a carnival/flea market. We rode the ferris wheel, got an amazing view of the city and the carnival

We toured the old church nearby, it was very beautiful. Simple but beautiful. The grounds were, a cemetary per se. But their graves are much more decorated, organized, very pretty. They almost blend in with the gardens. Its very peaceful, I wish I could've just layed down in the grass and trees in front of the building. The old danish houses are very... quaint.

Helmuth bought me the biggest sausage I've ever eaten in my life!But ,it was yummy. As well as some VERY strong black licorice. That one I suppose I could get used to if I had to.

We also had the pleasure of meeting what must be the biggest dog in existence. I swear that thing must have polar bear blood in it!

See pictures of what I'm talking about here! ---> http://www.facebook.com/album.php?

I have arrived ( after a very long day and a half of traveling) safely in Denmark!

One of my bags got stuck in Copenhagen, and I can't seem to find my camera, but I'm sure both of them will turn up. =/

It's beautiful here. Flying over the landscape, there were a lot more open spaces than America, not quite so densely populated as a whole. Quite a few windmills, even some out in the ocean.

My family is very nice and helpful to me, they all speak english to some degree.

I have 3 host siblings, Peter is 23 and doesn't live at home, but he stops by to visit.

Torben is 21, he sleeps in the room next to me.

Nina is 16 like me and her room is just down the hall.

My windows open out to a beautiful view of the Jorgensens floral gardens, not to mention a quaint little church if I turn my head to the left.

My room is awesome too =]

As soon as I find my camera up pictures of all these things I'm describing.