Sunday, August 18, 2013

Ruotsia

Yet again, Swedish. 

Today, I did my Swedish homework. Yes, an exchange student doing homework, quite the novelty, eh? 

My host mother effectively gave me a comprehensive Swedish lesson, while assisting me. I wrote so many words down- thank goodness that Swedish at least sounds like English. I can read Swedish at a novice level, pronunciation is too difficult at present. Especially when I think in French when I'm trying to think in Finnish or English. But the homework is done! I'm not a detriment to Finnish society!

Weekender

I have not done much this weekend. To those of you who abide by a stereotype that all Europeans do is party- not in Finland. Thank goodness. I've gotten decent sleep, though the prolonged daylight is still throwing me off. I wake up every morning by seven because the sunlight, or because my ten year old host sister forgot to turn off her alarm. Again. 

I really can't complain- I love my host family. They're really cool individuals, they respect personal space, and they're honestly trying to help me learn Finnish. I'm really lucky to be in this family. 

So what have I done this weekend? I played (attempted) Yugioh with my host brother, and lost in an epic fashion. I might make paper warhammer miniatures and either solo play, or teach someone. Not this weekend, but maybe next. 

Friday, August 16, 2013

Suomenlinna

Suomenlinna is an awesome 18th century island fortress just outside of Helsinki. There is an "outdoor" theater there- my host family and I went to a show there. 

The kid is my host sister, Kaisla.




Helsinki







Oy vey.

What a day!

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!

Thursday, August 15, 2013

I have a bass

Sympathy, a bit too late

Today I took a French placement test, but in Finnish. I can skip to the second class, but that apparently also will be easy for me (according to the teacher). 

So I have to find a class to transfer to. And keep up my conjugation skills- they were shameful on that test. 

But that's not the point. I now feel an incredible amount of sympathy for my Chinese classmates at St. Francis. I remember snide comments made about the extra help, considerations, or word banks that the boarding students were given. I fully regret ever having even heard a comment as such- taking a test in Finnish was awful, even with a dictionary beside me. I took incredibly long. But it's too late for sympathy. I can only hope someone else can provide some for me. 

Also, I went to Gym today- better yet, I didn't. I tried to find where the class was, inside and outside, assisted by my friend Marcus from English, but alas, no footballers could be found. Thankfully, Jaana, the exchange student liaison and English teacher, was able to help me find where I was supposed to be, and introduced me to the teacher. But still, that was after the class ended, so I sat around in the hallways for about an hour, doing nothing. People watching more or less, but I guess that amounts to nothing. 

I must find the courage to talk to new people! I probably won't this week, maybe not even next week, but sometime, I will! I simply lack the courage to approach someone, and more importantly to strike up a conversation. What would I say to someone completely new without seeming creepy? 

Actually, two Finns came up to me today, both from my history class, Osko and Levi/Liivi (not sure on spelling). Nice guys, very talkative and friendly.