I can totally speak Danish now.
Wednesday morning was killer, up at 7am, on the bike by 8.15am and sitting in the lecture theatre for INTRODUCTION TO DANISH at 8.55am. After the Introduction Session we split off into our smaller classes. Mine is alright, about 9 Americans, me, 2 Italians, 2 Germans and a few others. One of them studies Political Science which is cool. We actually learnt quite a lot in about 2 hours and it was pretty fun.
It snowed ferociously all through Wednesday night so I couldn't really cycle the 30 mins to KUA, and it appeared neither could anyone. The metro was a nightmare, but I eventually got to class only about 10/15 minutes late. Lots more learnt again, but at the back of my mind all the time was my essay deadline the following day so I cycled straight home and worked on that all afternoon and into the evening, finally deciding I had done as much as I could do and going to bed at 2am.
Friday started nicely enough, up at quarter to 8 and straight into CSS (city campus) to print my 10 page essay and hand it in. Went smoothly enough as can be expected. I was aiming for a maximum of an hour late to Danish class. Then I got a flat tyre. Absolute nightmare, was ages from any station, my bike completely unridable, so I walked up to Kongens Nytorv and took my bike to class on the metro. An hour and a half late for class, and flustered, we learnt 'heads, shoulders, knees and toes' in Danish which was pretty fun. After class went off to find a bike shop to pump up my tyres. In an unfamiliar part of town, walked in entirely the wrong direction and eventually got to a shop where the man changed my inner immediately for 120 DKK.
Cycled back into town, but missed the Danish class afternoon ice-skating (ie. friend-making activity) Booo. Met up with Matt who told me he got bitten by a dog in Bulgaria. Then I made lots of Rabies jokes, and generally had a lovely time.
Today has been lovely, a lie-in even though I wasn't up all night. I took my books from my essay-writing back to the library which was indescribably tainted by my wonderful, glorious, 'best-mittens-in-the-world' mittens falling out of my pocket as I cycled. Retraced my cycling but could not see them. Am very sad.
I've been watching a lot of cycling videos like this one, I had become blasé about it, but Copenhagen is pretty spectacular.
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