Basic Danish

Basic Danish is beginning to do my head in. But I've decided that rather than quit, like you might think I would, that I'm going to stick it out. I don't mind the actual classes although they seem to drag on forever, but there is one guy who always has to question every single little detail. In addition to this every time a question is asked he races to answer it in record time. By the time he is yelling out the answer I have managed to translate maybe half the sentence! The advantage of this is since he's always yelling out the answers it means less times that I have to answer the hard questions.

It's not just Danish I'm trying to learn here. I now know basic German, Italian and Spanish. I have also being trying hard to learn some simple Polish. Nothing says you like a girl more than trying to learn her native language...


My house mates put a sign on my door that says 'Sleeping Kangaroo'. In reference to the fact that I sleep the most, smartasses. In retaliation I put a sign on Davide's door that says 'Daville sleeping'. This is really an inside joke, our Danish teacher always calls him Daville because Danes pronounce 'd' as 'l'. In the bottom corner of the sign I wrote: 'Mr. Big rocks my jocks.' Yet another inside joke. Mr. big is Davide's hero, some famous guitar player whom none of us have ever heard of. Whenever I want to bag him out I just tell Davide that Mr. big can't even play the air guitar. Works every time.


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