Tag Archives: denmark

#FinalsSzn induced Existentialism: A Discussion on Identity, Diversity, and Nationalism

We have entered––and are surviving––finals hell. While I am proud enough to say that I have not (!!) pulled any all-nighters to finish up assignments and study for exams, I am still spending lots of time on assignments over the last week.

Why you may ask?

I am studying abroad in Denmark this semester! My program DIS has a…slightly strange…calendar system in which #finalsszn starts after over a month of two weeks of classes, then a ~travel week~, then two weeks of classes, then a ~travel week~, then two weeks of classes, then ~Thanksgiving break~, then two weeks of classes, and off I come back to ‘Merica. Needless to say, I have been running around like a chicken with its head cut off, gathering my papers, group projects, and coffee to make it all happen.

A budgeting note: Cafe Paludan (the place with the books and the coffee) offers a large coffee for 10 DKK ($1.52) from 9:00-10:30 in the morning. I am currently here in a little nook I have claimed for myself (gotta be a colonist somehow) writing this blog post as I procrastinate my Danish essay. You can say I’m being productively unproductive.

I’ve been gathering my thoughts about a few things: DIS, Denmark, my physical body being abroad, my mind being abroad, homesickness, and existential crises re: identity. It’s been a truly exhausting few months, and although I was preparing myself for some of this busyness, I did not anticipate that I would have to carve out time on my commute to and from central Copenhagen to stare out the train window, Türk Sanat muzi?i blasting through my earphones, pondering my existence, train officer nudging me to check my train card.

GET BLOGGIN’ OR DIE TRYING: Abloags Spring ’12!

Birds. You hear birds.

You wake up under the blazing sun. On your back. On the beach. The back of your mouth tastes funny;  the bile is yours, but you’re not sure if the blood is. With whatever scintilla of strength you have, you lift your head up to assess bodily damage. Everything’s there. But for some reason, you’re dressed up like a bunny. And you’re pretty sure somebody jacked your liver.

Man. Being abroad is awesome.

But how are you ever going to tell this story? It’s hard, because there’s just so many details, feelings, and thoughts, and you just know that when somebody asks you, when you get back to campus, “how was abroad?,” you probably shouldn’t start with this story. Because if you do, you either sound like a liar, or a showy douchebag.

So what do you do? You keep a blog, much like three currently abroad Wes-souls who have sent us their links over the past few weeks. Click on to find out who they are, and what they’re up to.