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Just after publishing my last blogpost, I met Rufus Gifford, the American Ambassador to Denmark. He has been serving in this position for almost two years now. Not bragging or anything, but my Danish was better than his. Anyways, he was doing a Jutland tour to talk to different crowds and answer questions about American issues. Needless to say, my dream job has been forever changed. However, he got his job through working on both Obama campaigns and actually knowing the commander in chief. The probability that I will end up in the same situation is very small so I will just dream about it from afar.

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.