Which translates roughly to 'Back to school, back to school, to prove to Dad I'm not a fool...' (note the accuracy is questionable as it is pasted directly from Google Translate)
I'm not feeling in much of a bloggy-witty mood as I'm sick with an unidentified head-mucus situation, however I will try, for you - my loyal readers - all 3 of you (Mum, Matthew and that creepy guy in the states who stumbled across this while trolling blogger).
Today was my first day of school. I had an introduction session in the morning where we learnt about how the Danish grading system works etc. as well as listen to a sales pitch about doing a complete masters over here - which I was oh-so-completely sold on and have been thinking about what kind of masters I could add to my impressive repertoire ever since. So far I've narrowed it down to Masters in Bioentrepreneurship or Communication. I'm serious. Mum, we should definitely talk. Matt, I think you should do one too. Masters of Politics perhaps? At the very least it would make your opinions valid.
So then I had my first class on Business Model Innovation and that was fun, our lecturer has a fantastic philosophy on teaching, and she is passionate, interesting and easy to follow. Tomorrow we are doing a case study on Zara - I feel like she must have known how to get my attention from the get-go.
Enough about that because I have a few more observations:
1. I am literally the oldest person here outside of the teaching faculty. Most of the students have come here to take an undergrad. I have learnt that throughout most of Europe and America, business students generally go into Masters straight after their undergrad, which means that even the post-grads are younger than me (either that or their beautiful European skin is telling me lies). They are all quite shocked that I am a real-life working person who left my relatively successful job to do a masters and start all over. To be honest, I'm starting to get a little shocked myself.
2. Everyone rides bikes. I decided that I must have one and as such I hired one today, it will be delivered tomorrow. Given that my cycling experiences to date have been fitness or competitive in context, it has occurred to me that I am going to have to water down my competitive nature as I believe that racing people off at each intersection would be inappropriate and frowned upon. Either that or I will have to make it as subtle as possible, so that they don't know we are racing but I will. Kri for the Yellow Jersey.
3. I really wish I had bothered to catch public transport in Brisbane because the system here is really owning me. Apparently it's one of the easiest, yet somehow I keep ending up on the metro that is going in the direction opposite to the way I need to be going. There are only two lines (M1 and M2) and there is only one platform at each station, with the trains heading in one of two directions. I think I deserve some sort of prize for still managing to balls it up.
4. The local students here get paid to study. So they don't pay tuition fees, and in addition they also earn a wage for showing up. I have learnt that it is not enough to live the 'cultural life' but it is more than the average Aussie gets on the dole - so it covers rent and food. You are entitled to receive this for up to six years, and for up to three course changes. You are also entitled if you have worked in the country for two years or more. So upon learning this (Matt, are you still reading this?) all I have to do is work here for a few years and I can take that Masters and it's all on the Danes. If this isn't the greatest place on earth I don't even want to know about it.
5. The dairy here is outrageous. So far everything I have trialed; yogurt, cream, sour cream (or creme friache as they call it) has blown my mind. Sorry Paleo you should close your ears - or eyes - at this point because I have been eating dairy at every meal. And the bread - WOW. It's not the kind of white spongy bread that I avoid back home. It's dense and seedy, but in a good way. You only need one slice and you're full up. I'm trying to figure out how to send some home.
That's it for today. Tomorrow is another class day and my bike arrives!
xoxo Kri
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