I also got a second chance to go to Copenhagen. Kim, my host dad, drives to a nearby city for work every so often so my Canadian friend and I tagged along to spend a day in one of the oldest Capitals in Europe. We met up with a South African and spent the day doing touristy stuff and walking around. This might be because I have a Jutland prejudice and I know them better, but I like Aarhus and Aalborg more than Copenhagen. Also, people on Zealand have a funny accent.
I attended my third and very different Prom. Essentially it was a normal school party but everyone just looked a little nicer. My school had a class exchange so there were about twenty Spaniards roaming around too. Not only was this my last school party, but it was my favorite. I spent the night dancing with my closest friends then ended up in the city with other exchange students. I would also say this was my favorite Prom; sorry North America.
In other news, I had my first experience with the Danish Healthcare system. On Saturday I had a football game and the team we were playing had pulled much higher level players down to play against us because their game had been canceled. We were absolutely annihilated; I could not even tell you what the score was. Around ten minutes in, I found myself on the bottom of a three person pig pile. There was a loud pop that came from my ankle and then I couldn't get up. I was carried off the field, and sat out for ten minutes or so before pushing myself to go back in. I played the rest of the game, fighting through the pain. When we got back to the locker room, it looked like I had a baseball attached to my foot. Over the next few days, it became more colorful and the swelling persisted. On Monday, I called two doctors before getting an appointment. I ended up getting X-rays followed by the message "its not broken, you can go home." At the current moment it is purple and green; I am just assuming this is because its healing. I will spare you the pictures.
Yesterday was my last day of school, and for the most part it felt like a normal day, besides the almost-crying hugs goodbye, getting a present from the school and excessive amounts of cake. Without my class, my exchange would not have been as great. I have made incredible friendships, and while I won't miss the Canada jokes, I am going to miss seeing them five days a week. It is hard for me to comprehend that my time with them is up; it doesn't feel real to me. When I graduated from NHS, I was ready to be done. I had spent four years there and had big plans for after graduation. I am not ready to be done with gymnasium or 2Y (my class).
On a happier note, early tomorrow morning (meaning 5:30 AM) I leave for EuroTour! I am currently staring at my suitcase, wishing it would pack itself. I am going to sign off now so I will stop procrastinating and decide what to bring with.
Auf Wiedersehen, Sbohem, Arrivederci, Au Revoir, Vaarwel, Goodbye!
It was nice to hear a strong American accent.
Always a pleasure, Copenhagen.
Prom.
