This week was a blur. It is Friday afternoon, and I will never be taking another class in Denmark. Classes are over, and finals start next week. Of course, there are some (myself being one) who had final papers in place of finals, all of which were due today. I am breathing a sigh of relief and begining to depressurize, I turned the last of four final papers in an hour ago. I have one exam next Friday, but it will not be a huge issue. The issue at hand right now is to enjoy our last two weeks here, sans classes.
On this upcoming Tuesday a friend and I will be heading up to Stavanger, Norway. I'm fairly sure that accesability to Norway was one of the main (concious or unconcious) reasons I chose to study abroad in Denmark. I have been thinking about Stavanger since I left it 12 years ago, and I wonder what it will feel like to be back. Maybe like some form of home? I'm not sure how to even define that concept anymore. I spent five years there growing up (2 - 8), and I think it served a good deal in shaping me. I'm nervous even thinking about it now. We are arranged to stay with Mrs. Gaye, my kindergarten teacher and a friend of the family from our years there. I guess I shouldn't be calling her 'Mrs.' Gaye anymore. Although it feels strange to not say 'Mrs.'. I feel that the person who is to owe for your knowledge of the color wheel and alphabet deserves some kind of title bearing importance. I suppose I'll just have to ask her.
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