Hey guys, it’s been kinda rough lately. My step mom passed away a couple weeks ago, and I’ve had a hard time sharing the new with people. If you could say a prayer for my dad, that would be appreciated.
That being said, I will now continue with the normal witty musings.
Story 1
My language class went on a field trip to the local art museum, as a culturing experience. We were to walk around looking at the art, find a picture write a little about it, then share it with the class. So fun times, being an adult talking to a class in broken danish in front of random strangers who are also in the museum. There were also several small groups of kids on school field trips, so we all felt kinda silly, but we had dun as always. So we were trying to contemplate one picture when we hear some kid on the other side of the museum make the weirdest noise. One of my classmates thought it sounded like a dog, but I had to inform them (being a Hokie) that that noise most resembled a turkey, having heard many a turkey calls in my last 5 years. Several minutes go by, then we hear this kid make his turkey noise again, it was kinda startling, but also really funny. A while later as we are walking into the last gallery, we are startled by the sight in the middle of the room of a giant bird cage with a male turkey in the middle. It was the weirdest thing I had seen all day, a turkey as art. But it does make sense, he is a very powerful and majestic creature, quite lovely to look upon (as any hokie fan will tell you.) It was also pretty awesome because I guessed a turkey from 5 rooms away. – end
Story 2
So I finally went shopping today at the hardware store to spend a gift card I got at christmas. I ended up buying a really sweet electric drill. It’s small and not too bulky, and has a light to shine where you are drilling. But anyways, I had a drill now, and I am now finally a real man. It’s good to be a real man. I was excited about my new purchase, so I decided to tell my co-workers. I had learned in class the word for drill, so I felt comfortable talking about it in danish. It was right about the time I started to tell them how I felt like a real man that they started to crack up laughing. now, I like to consider myself a funny person, but I knew it wasn’t that funny. It was about this time that one of them realized I was using the wrong word. The word for drill is essentially bore machine in a danish accent, where I was saying hole machine in a danish accent. (you can see how I might get them confused) But, apparently, I had been talking for 5 minutes about how cool and how manly my new hole puncher was. You know, I got my new hole puncher, it can do 20 pages at the same time, that pretty BA. -fail
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Random aside
One cool thing about Denmark, I picked up 20 roses for Signe on Valentines day for 16 dollars. I felt like it was a good deal compared to America.
