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You might have seen the picture of me and my new buddies sitting on the doorsteps of our mansion. It really fails to capture how grand a day it was. In particular, it was me and Keith sitting out there, enjoying 25 degrees of late summer sun, beer, and music. We just sat there watching the world passing us by.
Speaking of which… Some of our new roommates arrived that day. The last one, however, walked up and down the long street several times, hauling luggage and looking lost. The fourth time she passed us, I asked if she was lost (yeah I could have done it before, but we were busy having a great time). She was lost, and looking for number 92. I duly told her she had found just that place and embarrassment ensued - for her anyways, we thought it was hilarious.
Big event for this day was the finals of the Gaelic (Irish) game of Hurling. If Rugby is the badass version of American Football, then Hurling is the badass Lacrosse - except it's ridiculously entertaining, while rugby is a so-so. Basically it's 30 guys running around hitting a small ball (or failing that; each other) with sticks, trying to score a goal. And these are solid wooden sticks by the way. Look it up if you don't believe me - these lads are nutcases.
The game was between Galway and Kilkenny and it was a cracker I tell you! It went right down to the wire and ended with Galway drawing in the last seconds and prompting a rematch in a few weeks. It was intense, fast-paced, and slightly confusing.
Our house was now almost filled. The inhabitants: me, Trevor (US), Mason (US), Keith (Ireland), Kassy (Canada), Erin (Canada; the one who got lost), and Felix (Germany).
Classes? Well I only have those Tuesday-Thursday but then again Tuesday is pretty packed, and I have class from 4-6PM on Wednesdays…
My first class was Advanced Corporate Finance which was ridiculously difficult at first since I had no idea what any of the terms were in Danish and the subject is hard enough as is. Also, books are a pain here. No one knows which books they're supposed to get in the first week, as the lecturers haven't announced it, yet they still expected us to have read for those first classes.. Sigh.
Enough about school though. On Wednesday there was an intro party for the Erasmus (European exchange) students, to which I invited everyone from my house. This was our first bonding moment and it was great for our house. That or, we all got tipsy and scattered the moment we hit the party.
The next day I did something I promise not to do again (mom) - I skipped my classes. It's okay though, cause everyone skips first week of classes apparently.
17th-23rd - Fresher's WeekSecond week of class is when everyone signs up for clubs - be they sports or social. There's a full gym filled with stands of different sports. And my word am I like a kid in a candy store in there. They. Have. EVERYTHING!
In the end I restrained myself and only signed up for Windsurfing, Kitesurfing, and Scuba Diving while also signing up for tryouts in the martial arts Aikido and Ninjutsu.
Apart from that, nothing of note happened that week. We are bonding well in our house and have evenings of going out or staying in singing songs or watching movies.
Saturday I went windsurfing for the first time and boy was it frustrating. I came out there and the weather was delightfully sunny, but the wind was nowhere to be felt. Getting up on a stationary board as like riding a bike without pedaling. So, yeah, it wasn't the most thrilling experience, but I did get up and stood there wobbling a bit, sometimes even getting some meters with a lucky gust of wind.
The people there are great though and we had a good time chatting about how little wind there was.
Monday the 24th - AikidoToday I went to try out the martial art Aikido. We were just trying out some basics like sitting on your feet (hurts like hell when you've got rigid basketball ankles), walking forward, and turning around while pretending you had a sword. Yeah, it was pretty lame but I'll stick it out and hope we get more action.
So that was it for this time. I'll try and update more regularly so I can actually remember what happens.
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