I met many new people- often younger kids are more enthusiastic, especially if you call soccer "real football". Which it is, but I digress.
So I went to music class- I got to play the bass! Really, the electric bass, but still, it was fun. I wandered through funk riff after funk riff, until I had to pay attention. I was actually complemented on my playing, and I was asked to be in (yet again) a pit orchestra and the "band" (six kids).
Gym/Sport/Liikunta was rough. Forgot I had to eat beforehand, but maybe it was better that way. Apparently advanced gym means a lesser form of the hockey camp I attended at 16. Sprints, push-ups, duck-walks. But it's great exercise that I can't motivate myself for, so I really can't complain. Great football though!
Swedish. Oh, Swedish...
It is truly remedial Swedish- for those who have taken 5 years of it, and can understand Finnish. Thank goodness English and Swedish are of the same family. I can half understand Swedish.
Such was my day!
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