Don’t know what you got ’till it’s gone


Note my blog up on the corner of the computer screen; priorities.

Classic phrase, classic song, and incredibly applicable to many areas in life. However, in the instance, I am referring to my Campus back home in Nova Scotia Canada, Mount Saint Vincent University. Do not get me wrong; I absolutely LOVE Aarhus University; it is extremely beautiful and filled with friendly people and endless opportunities. I am unbelievably thankful for the Mount for giving me the chance to be here, and it is an opportunity I am glad I have taken. I am simply saying that when the Mount brags of small class sizes and a small campus; they are not fucking around. Guys, NEVER complain about the 5 minute walk that it takes to get from any place to any other place on the mount campus, and I will NEVER again complain about the hill. Y’all don’t even know a walk to class. And yes, the Mount hill does have a bit more of an incline than the hill here, BUT it is over in a mere 5 minutes, give or take depending on your speed and the weather. The hill here however, IT.GOES.ON.FOR.EVER. I swear it never ends. Similar to the campus; it is huge guys, seriously. I spent 40 minutes finding my first class yesterday, and maybe 3 minutes max was that being in the wrong building and looking for a room that didn’t exist, the rest was walking. Mostly on the incline mentioned earlier. And this is not circling, or retracing my steps. that is just trying to find the right damned building. AND ALL THE BUILDINGS LOOK THE SAME. I had better luck finding my second class however, only about a 15 minute walk from my first class, and was able to find the auditorium right away. Mind you I am pretty sure that one class had as many students in it and the collective MSVU student population. Oi. The class I have next Monday however, isn’t even on the damned main campus, it is a bit up from me to the left. 3 classes, 3 different buildings at minimum 15 minutes apart. Oh and classes aren’t always in the same place so that is fun too. So the next time you have a class in Seton right after your class in Evaristus thank your stars that you don’t need google maps to find how to get places that are just on your campus. So yesterday I had my first day of classes, which is what is described above. The first was a class on Mythology and Religion in the Viking age, very cool. And then a course on British and Irish history, could maybe get cool. Currently I am just on break in the middle of a two hour version of the one hour history course, which I still don’t fully understand the workings of. Last night there was some international student activities which was cool, had some drinks and danced and met some neat people. They have Jack Daniels here so obviously that was exciting. Then of course I had to polish off the rest of season one Game of Thrones when I got home at 12ish.

THIS JUST IN: FOLKS IT IS SUNNY IN AARHUS. This is the first time I have seen the sun here, I AM SO EXCITED. They have a very dark winter, a little warmer than a Canadian winter but so so dark. I was assured last night that it will get brighter, and apparently the enthusiastic international coordinator was spot on! Great as I am walking to the mall later to get a phone and this’ll make it much more pleasant. Also I really need groceries.. but it is an awful hassle. I am aiming to do that Thursday as I have no class!

Things are looking quite bright here in Denmark,

Love and miss you all back home; and hope all is well wherever/whoever you are!

-xox Amy

PS; all the current talk that is going on about Kings and Lords and control, all of this in accents, is really making me want to dig into season two of Game of Thrones. Should probably get back to class.


She took a midnight train going anywhere


OKAY, so it wasn’t exactly a ‘midnight’ train, I had to catch it by 9:50 am, regardless it was a train so whatever. It is also suiting due to the ‘anywhere’ as I essentially did not know where the fuck I was going. What a shit show. I have received a lot of sympathy in regards to the airport mishaps I had encountered, well friends, it doesn’t hold a candle to yesterday. I would be being too kind to term it the day from hell. The previous night I had been super restless, and only banked on 2 hours of sleep before rising at 7 the next morning. Checked out of the hotel and grabbed a cab, onward to meet some others from my school back home who were also heading to Aarhus. However the cab driver had no idea where the bus station I needed to be at was located, so he dropped me at the central station. Now this place was insane on its own, everyone bustling about trying to catch their train or bus. However the busses were all local busses and asking for help was futile as all of the people I encountered thought I was crazy to take the bus when the train was of the same expense and what they considered to be much faster. SO eventually I did find a kiosk supplying bus tickets to Aarhus and decided to just get it and possibly the directions would be on the ticket. WELL NO DICE. Apparently I had reached the limit on my visa and with the absence of a phone it was not as simple as a quick money transfer. Did I mention I couldn’t get wifi either? Because I couldn’t get wifi. I thought I was completely fucked. In despair I made one last attempt at asking a local what to do. Again, I was told the train was the best option and quite frankly the only option that anyone knew anything about. So I made a snap decision to go with it and re-approached the information center that had dismissed me quite abruptly earlier when asking about bus routes, this time inquiring about the train. She informed me that one would be leaving in 20 minutes and vaguely pointed to the general area where I could purchase a ticket from the kiosk. [did I mention this place was HUGE?] So after finding the appropriate place to be, I was EXTEREMELY relieved to find that this one kiosk also took Kronos (Danish dollar) as payment. The only negative thing about this is that it left me with 120 kronos and a declined visa. So I hauled all my luggage on to this train, had to have a kindly gentleman help me put my main bag on the top luggage compartment, hell I couldn’t even reach up that high let alone chuck a fifty pound bag onto it. The kicker of the train is, I had no idea it was supposed to take but I knew it was less time than the bus which was estimated to be about 3 hours. So I was super anxious the whole train ride at every stop, NO idea when I should get off. This whole ordeal made watching Game of Thrones especially difficult as it was hard to pay attention to both. However two episodes later I did in fact get off at the right stop and arrive in Aarhus. It had then suddenly dawned on me; I have 120 Kronos (Which is just a little over 20 dollars Canadian). I better hope to fuck that my taxi drive was short, as my initial one from the airport was 260kronos. Luckily my taxi came to 115. HOW LUCKY. The unlucky part of it though, was that the taxi driver had about the same amount of knowledge on the orientation of the campus as I did; read: NONE. So here I was, with all my belongings in tow, aimlessly wandering around the campus with absolutely no sense of where I needed to be (the international center). So I asked a random man in a history exhibit at the nearest building, who then google maps’ed it for me and gave me a campus map. God bless him. However what followed was 30 mins of confusion and dragging a shit tonne of stuff around a campus I didn’t know looking for this allusive international student center. I did eventually get there, and seeing some students from home there was a huge relief. After receiving a welcome package and my keys, I was again off with all my things to walk up hill to where my room was located. I did however arrive safely, and was never more relieved to see a room in my whole life, I swear it. I was able to meet a few people that lived on my floor and everyone seemed super nice and welcoming, but I was exhausted and was being peer pressured by a friend back home to keep watching the Game of Thrones. Okay it didn’t require much pressuring; the show is addictive as fck and having something normal and familiar from home is a blessing as a refuge when trying to settle in to a new country. I also spent the night trying to sort out my timetable, which still isn’t completely sorted. But at the end of the day, I was super proud of what I had accomplished and of the fact that I have the balls to do I am doing, going to school in another country and all. The most important thing I have found so far is that you honestly just have to have faith that things will work out, because 9/10 they will, and it is not the end of the world if they don’t. unless of course the thing we are referring to is indeed human survival, then well if it didn’t work out it would be the end of the world and we would be fucked. But that isn’t exactly the issue at hand, is it? Hahahaha sorry guys I am a bit tired and my jokes seem funny to me. ANYWHO where this post has taken me, completely coincidentally, is don’t stop believing. ✌ [and for those of you that know me, yeah, I am singing the rest of the lyrics really loudly and obnoxiously right now]

XOX All my Love from Denmark;