CIMO kesäkurssi, pt. I
I’ve placed myself in the cafeteria of Oulu University. I thought it important to write here before I left for Oulu, and I did, in fact, make the cut. I figured it a plan to write once before my departure to Oulu, but then later decided I’ll just sum everything up upon my return. Against this sentiment, I am writing right now. I have half an hour until I watch a film with my peers; so let’s see where this goes.
As stated in my previous post, I moved into my Helsinki apartment. I really do love it. I’m happy to have my own space, I love its location, and am rather fond of the two flatmates that I met (words to come on the other two once I’ve met them). My room has nothing but a bed and a mess of belongings as my only decoration. There I lived for all of two nights before I packed up my possessions yet again. I was Oulu-bound and so I went.
Weighed by a grey and tired morning and a trying goodbye, I hopped on a bus with others encumbered by their suitcases and stared out a window until the airport was in site. At the terminal, I recognized, from Facebook pictures of course, another course student. One meeting turned into eight and I was already becoming acquainted with people I would soon come to love.
On this front, we wasted absolutely no time. It was incredible how close we became in such a short span of time. The fun we’ve had has laid claim to lasting memories. There’s only so much I can detail how this developed and what has occurred, but hopefully I will be able to do this more so in my next post once I’ve returned to Helsinki. In a nutshell, I can equate this course with alcohol, friends, and high cheek-boned distractions. Sometimes Finnish.
Each country and culture represented turns this experience exponentially more exciting. All that I’ve learned, the fun facts and the other languages (and a million other things), make every day so priceless.
It’s amazing to consider how little time I spend alone. Really… I’m never alone. Only when I sleep. As well, any extended period of time I spend without company feels strange. Not because the lonely atmosphere is discomforting, but because it’s so atypical. Normally, I’m not this way at all. I need my alone time to “recharge,” but it’s been working out very well. Not only am I never alone, but my apartment is always the one to host all the gatherings. Yes, we are those that wake others without the intent. Sorry.
Speaking of my apartment, I live with an American named Chris, a Swede name Daniel, and a Pole named Wojtek. Each of these characters are people I’ve been excited to live with. I’d go more into it, but really I must be off.
PS I went bungee jumping. I went to the lady at the sign up booth and asked “How does this work?” Her response: “60 euros. 60 meters.”
As stated in my previous post, I moved into my Helsinki apartment. I really do love it. I’m happy to have my own space, I love its location, and am rather fond of the two flatmates that I met (words to come on the other two once I’ve met them). My room has nothing but a bed and a mess of belongings as my only decoration. There I lived for all of two nights before I packed up my possessions yet again. I was Oulu-bound and so I went.
Weighed by a grey and tired morning and a trying goodbye, I hopped on a bus with others encumbered by their suitcases and stared out a window until the airport was in site. At the terminal, I recognized, from Facebook pictures of course, another course student. One meeting turned into eight and I was already becoming acquainted with people I would soon come to love.
On this front, we wasted absolutely no time. It was incredible how close we became in such a short span of time. The fun we’ve had has laid claim to lasting memories. There’s only so much I can detail how this developed and what has occurred, but hopefully I will be able to do this more so in my next post once I’ve returned to Helsinki. In a nutshell, I can equate this course with alcohol, friends, and high cheek-boned distractions. Sometimes Finnish.
Each country and culture represented turns this experience exponentially more exciting. All that I’ve learned, the fun facts and the other languages (and a million other things), make every day so priceless.
It’s amazing to consider how little time I spend alone. Really… I’m never alone. Only when I sleep. As well, any extended period of time I spend without company feels strange. Not because the lonely atmosphere is discomforting, but because it’s so atypical. Normally, I’m not this way at all. I need my alone time to “recharge,” but it’s been working out very well. Not only am I never alone, but my apartment is always the one to host all the gatherings. Yes, we are those that wake others without the intent. Sorry.
Speaking of my apartment, I live with an American named Chris, a Swede name Daniel, and a Pole named Wojtek. Each of these characters are people I’ve been excited to live with. I’d go more into it, but really I must be off.
PS I went bungee jumping. I went to the lady at the sign up booth and asked “How does this work?” Her response: “60 euros. 60 meters.”