my time in denmark
i should definitely talk about some stuff from denmark to look back on since i havent written much of it.
the last weekend...friday in the daytime i took 2 finals, went to the DIS closing ceremonies where lincoln got an award for best student of the semester!!! (proud of him! and the folk high school kids cheered when they mentioned grundtvigs!), then went to the beach to swim in the cold water with amanda adam jon and josh. went home where everyone had on potato sacks/garbage bags at dinner in honor of brian! who had been wearing a potato sack every weekend party since the viking party, that 1st party we were a part of.
that night we did our 3rd and final power hour. the 1st one we had done was to the songs of 1998?, and the 2nd one was "Strip Centurium," a 100 minute power hour where you had to take off a piece of clothing every 10 minutes. it got crazy and me and heather went streaking (tho running in opposite directions and only amanda really being able to see us haha)! i was very fond of our power hours, we all were. listening to good music that changed every minute, screaming SKOAL! at every change, being in a circle laughing. what a fucking great way of getting drunk together, in a tight circle cheering every minute, acknowledging every bit of alcohol that you were putting into your body.
but this 3rd power hour was the best one. more of the danes got involved than the last one (none were involved the 1st), and they liked it so much that they repeated it on their own the very next night. but anyway maybe what was best about it was that it was outside and it was a beautiful night, as beautiful as the weather has been every single fucking day for the past month (aside from may day of course)! we got drunk and danced all over the place. we got on our knees in a circle to slap the ground and our hands for that 1 danish song we all love. someone called out "everyone outside!" and whoever wasnt already out went out for "dancing in the moonlight" and we danced in the moonlight! dancing outside was great that night, just look at this shit...
i danced with amanda to no doubt's 'bathwater' and was lovinggg it, her and leah both have just amazing and great dance moves, they are crazy with it. i also danced with julie inside, the adorable punk rock danish girl, to 'fight for your right to party' and she was so into that shit like she would be haha, and i was too. danced with ida too, maybe more people too but im not sure i was dancin a lot tho and loving it out there. not always feeling the dancing but how i could i not with a night as alive as this, also being drunk, and also all knowing that we had only 1 more day left of our crazy times in denmark. some of the best 4 months of any of our lives. traveling all over europe with these people, partying every weekend, commuting 2 hours a day, going to class, exploring copenhagen and hillerod, talking, dancing, making music, drinking at bars in the city and hillerod, smoking in marc's loft or craig's room or outside or just in the building entrance or christiania, eating dinner with them every night and talking about the most ridiculous hilarious things...such as the conversation that led to the start of rainbow water band 2000, BRUNCH on the weekends... denmark's version of 'drunk breakfast' i was used to back home at rowan last year, meeting each other that 1st day and not having a clue what people were like or what to expect.
and then saying goodbye. saturday at dinner, jakob, the principal of the school, announced that we were leaving. he thanked us for contributing to the great atmosphere at grundtvigs. he hadnt really spoken to us much before, but his speech seemed so genuine that some of us started to get teary eyed. they had passed out music books and had been singing danish songs to someone playing the piano. jakob announced that the next song would be the beatles' "in my life." we all sang. tears swelled up in my eyes, as they are right now thinking back just a few days ago when i was on the other side of the world. next we sang "winds of change." the moments jakob made his speech and the songs were played, everything changed. suddenly i knew it was over. i kept walking around slowly, everyone kept walking with their arms around one another. i didnt walk back and forth between my room and the lounge when i felt i should be packing up my room...i ran the short distance so i could be with these people. while packing, i started crying very suddenly listening to "on a joyride," saying to myself "no..no.."
that night we signed each other's yearbooks, which helene and signe had so beautifully made for us. i danced with leah and ida and tine. leah i loved dancing with cause shes crazy like i said, and we were both imitating each other it was great. we also did the circle dance again when the song came on, hitting our hands against the ground. i said goodbye to some people...tove, siri, anders, claudia, and a few others..... didnt get a chance to say bye to others. i kissed gry goodbye. went outside to our last bonfire, this one though lasting til long after sunrise. "sherlock holmes" had his last case hahaha! (our code words for smokin with marc's pipe!)
we continued to stay up til it was time for people to leave to catch flights...lincoln and carrie left around 530am i believe, craig and bryan an hour or 2 later, and then me marc and alicia caught the 8:18 bus. we had said bye to josh much earlier in the morning when he went to sleep for a bit. nadine was asleep also i believe. it was amanda leah heather ruth and molly remaining, who we said goodbye to. ruth came out to the bus stop with us, just to stand around there for a few extra minutes. most were crying at least a little that morning, i wish i did as well but did not really feel what was going on at the moment.
helene and signe must be 2 of the nicest girls i have ever met. not only did they make these yearbooks for us, they stayed up all night with us and even took me marc and alicia to the airport to be with us until the last moment. at norreport station, marc and i peed one at a time and some old guy was standin next to us at a urinal jerkin off to us peeing!! haha. helene and signe loved that story, as well as my story of how i met sina, how we were strangers who just made eye contact haha. helene and signe have had trouble sleeping from missing the americans. they even slept in the upstairs lounge where the americans used to hang out all the time, which i think is just adorable. signe wrote on my facebook, "This has been some awful days!!"
it was difficult to walk away from helene and signe at the security checkpoint. we said goodbye and just kept standing around. i cried a bit on the 8 hour flight. slept a little while but wasnt really tired even tho by the time i ended up goin to sleep later on, i had been awake for about 40 hours.
it feels strange to get readjusted to home because it makes me forget what i have been feeling the past 4 months. so i dont really want to readjust. things have to be different somehow but i know that i am different myself, i guess that is enough. i completely forgot what it was like to be home in those 4 months. now that i am back and dont see any connections between denmark and here, it is like denmark was a dream. an amazing, beautiful dream.
i fucking love you all and 4 months was not enough. i will see most of the americans and many of the danes i was friends with in nyc in only a week or 2. vi ses.
the last weekend...friday in the daytime i took 2 finals, went to the DIS closing ceremonies where lincoln got an award for best student of the semester!!! (proud of him! and the folk high school kids cheered when they mentioned grundtvigs!), then went to the beach to swim in the cold water with amanda adam jon and josh. went home where everyone had on potato sacks/garbage bags at dinner in honor of brian! who had been wearing a potato sack every weekend party since the viking party, that 1st party we were a part of.
that night we did our 3rd and final power hour. the 1st one we had done was to the songs of 1998?, and the 2nd one was "Strip Centurium," a 100 minute power hour where you had to take off a piece of clothing every 10 minutes. it got crazy and me and heather went streaking (tho running in opposite directions and only amanda really being able to see us haha)! i was very fond of our power hours, we all were. listening to good music that changed every minute, screaming SKOAL! at every change, being in a circle laughing. what a fucking great way of getting drunk together, in a tight circle cheering every minute, acknowledging every bit of alcohol that you were putting into your body.
but this 3rd power hour was the best one. more of the danes got involved than the last one (none were involved the 1st), and they liked it so much that they repeated it on their own the very next night. but anyway maybe what was best about it was that it was outside and it was a beautiful night, as beautiful as the weather has been every single fucking day for the past month (aside from may day of course)! we got drunk and danced all over the place. we got on our knees in a circle to slap the ground and our hands for that 1 danish song we all love. someone called out "everyone outside!" and whoever wasnt already out went out for "dancing in the moonlight" and we danced in the moonlight! dancing outside was great that night, just look at this shit...
i danced with amanda to no doubt's 'bathwater' and was lovinggg it, her and leah both have just amazing and great dance moves, they are crazy with it. i also danced with julie inside, the adorable punk rock danish girl, to 'fight for your right to party' and she was so into that shit like she would be haha, and i was too. danced with ida too, maybe more people too but im not sure i was dancin a lot tho and loving it out there. not always feeling the dancing but how i could i not with a night as alive as this, also being drunk, and also all knowing that we had only 1 more day left of our crazy times in denmark. some of the best 4 months of any of our lives. traveling all over europe with these people, partying every weekend, commuting 2 hours a day, going to class, exploring copenhagen and hillerod, talking, dancing, making music, drinking at bars in the city and hillerod, smoking in marc's loft or craig's room or outside or just in the building entrance or christiania, eating dinner with them every night and talking about the most ridiculous hilarious things...such as the conversation that led to the start of rainbow water band 2000, BRUNCH on the weekends... denmark's version of 'drunk breakfast' i was used to back home at rowan last year, meeting each other that 1st day and not having a clue what people were like or what to expect.
and then saying goodbye. saturday at dinner, jakob, the principal of the school, announced that we were leaving. he thanked us for contributing to the great atmosphere at grundtvigs. he hadnt really spoken to us much before, but his speech seemed so genuine that some of us started to get teary eyed. they had passed out music books and had been singing danish songs to someone playing the piano. jakob announced that the next song would be the beatles' "in my life." we all sang. tears swelled up in my eyes, as they are right now thinking back just a few days ago when i was on the other side of the world. next we sang "winds of change." the moments jakob made his speech and the songs were played, everything changed. suddenly i knew it was over. i kept walking around slowly, everyone kept walking with their arms around one another. i didnt walk back and forth between my room and the lounge when i felt i should be packing up my room...i ran the short distance so i could be with these people. while packing, i started crying very suddenly listening to "on a joyride," saying to myself "no..no.."
that night we signed each other's yearbooks, which helene and signe had so beautifully made for us. i danced with leah and ida and tine. leah i loved dancing with cause shes crazy like i said, and we were both imitating each other it was great. we also did the circle dance again when the song came on, hitting our hands against the ground. i said goodbye to some people...tove, siri, anders, claudia, and a few others..... didnt get a chance to say bye to others. i kissed gry goodbye. went outside to our last bonfire, this one though lasting til long after sunrise. "sherlock holmes" had his last case hahaha! (our code words for smokin with marc's pipe!)
we continued to stay up til it was time for people to leave to catch flights...lincoln and carrie left around 530am i believe, craig and bryan an hour or 2 later, and then me marc and alicia caught the 8:18 bus. we had said bye to josh much earlier in the morning when he went to sleep for a bit. nadine was asleep also i believe. it was amanda leah heather ruth and molly remaining, who we said goodbye to. ruth came out to the bus stop with us, just to stand around there for a few extra minutes. most were crying at least a little that morning, i wish i did as well but did not really feel what was going on at the moment.
helene and signe must be 2 of the nicest girls i have ever met. not only did they make these yearbooks for us, they stayed up all night with us and even took me marc and alicia to the airport to be with us until the last moment. at norreport station, marc and i peed one at a time and some old guy was standin next to us at a urinal jerkin off to us peeing!! haha. helene and signe loved that story, as well as my story of how i met sina, how we were strangers who just made eye contact haha. helene and signe have had trouble sleeping from missing the americans. they even slept in the upstairs lounge where the americans used to hang out all the time, which i think is just adorable. signe wrote on my facebook, "This has been some awful days!!"
it was difficult to walk away from helene and signe at the security checkpoint. we said goodbye and just kept standing around. i cried a bit on the 8 hour flight. slept a little while but wasnt really tired even tho by the time i ended up goin to sleep later on, i had been awake for about 40 hours.
it feels strange to get readjusted to home because it makes me forget what i have been feeling the past 4 months. so i dont really want to readjust. things have to be different somehow but i know that i am different myself, i guess that is enough. i completely forgot what it was like to be home in those 4 months. now that i am back and dont see any connections between denmark and here, it is like denmark was a dream. an amazing, beautiful dream.
i fucking love you all and 4 months was not enough. i will see most of the americans and many of the danes i was friends with in nyc in only a week or 2. vi ses.