The Fog.

Before I begin this post, I'd like to share a series of comics I drew a couple of days ago that basically sum up the extent of my communication attempts with the people here.

But as far as good news goes, I have plenty. 

For the first time I feel like I could actually say I speak a little Finnish. Before I felt like I didn't really know how to respond to most things, but now I can sometimes understand questions and answers. Sure, I'm far from having conversations beyond "Mita kuuluu" (how are you), but mostly I feel like I'm getting the hang of the sentence structure and verb conjugation. It's down to more of a memorization thing. (or maybe I've just gotten the hang of the tip of the iceberg, and there's a secret life to Finnish that I don't know about) 

Yesterday there was a welcome party for the exchange students in my district, it was very fun. I got to meet with people I haven't seen since Karkku. It was nice hearing about their experiences in school and with their families. It was also nice hearing people speak American English, and being able to joke around and be understood. 

Here's a picture of the place we were:

It was in an Archipelago of Turku, on a beach in Ruissalo.

Now to tell you a bit about my daily life, every morning when I wake up there's a mysterious feel that looms over the area that I like to call:

Those two photographs are out my bedroom window, only about an hour of time in between them.

Every morning I bravely face the fog, and fortunately nothing terrible has happened yet. 

I apologize for the relatively short entry, but with thoughts of Moose to be seen and the many adventures to be had, I'd like to leave you with a piece of advice from Jim Morrison. 

"The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can't be any large-scale revolution until there's a personal revolution, on an individual level. It's got to happen inside first." 

 Start a revolution, Northfield. I'll see you in 9 months, but you'll hear from me again soon.

Getting in Tune

As of this Wednesday, I've been in Finland for a month. It's kind of funny to think, it feels like it's been so much longer. I still don't really miss anyone from the United States, I mostly miss not being able to talk as much as I usually would. It's always awkward starting a conversation in English because I know everyone would much rather speak in Finnish. It doesn't help that I keep forgetting English words...

Despite that, I've made quite a few friends here. I don't think I can spell any of their names properly, that is if I remember their names, but it's nice having people to talk to (or, people to listen to talking in Finnish). While most of them have been girls, I'm not really complaining. It was nice, in my P.E. class I was sitting out, watching the others play Pesäpallo (Finnish Baseball) there would always be someone who would come over and ask if I could understand what was going on, and we'd talk for a bit.

Pesäpallo, by the way, is much more interesting than Baseball. Not that I ever really liked Baseball anyway, but just look it up on youtube, you'll see what I mean (or maybe you'll try and revoke my US citizenship).

I got my first package from my mom this week, she sent me a US flag, which I proceeded to use as a blanket. I'll admit, it made me feel a bit like Evel Knievel or something, but I'm just not sure where else to put it after reading that I'm supposed to burn it if it touches the ground. It's kind of funny though, I went to Turku with Aiti and Kaisa (My host mom and sister) and there were US flags on good amount of the clothes. I couldn't help but laugh, it's like in the USA when you see something with Paris or London, I bet people from those places see that and wonder why anyone would buy that if they hadn't been there.

Here are some pictures of my room, just as I promised.

My bed, complete with my flag.

I have my own TV and sound system... and look at all of those CDs and records.

This is where I am now. There's Lucky, the stuffed travel-monkey.

This is the poster on my new door. It's wonderful.

So, I'll leave you with that. I need to mentally prepare myself for not only my first train ride tomorrow, but one that will be completely in Finnish. Well, at least I get to hear people speaking normal American English afterward, which I'm not so sure I can do anymore considering the amount of "Finglish" I've been hearing.
Moi moi!

Kuinka Kaunista Täällä On

It's been a crazy couple of weeks.

I arrived in Helsinki on the morning of the 7th, and I didn't sleep the entire plane ride.

After 3 more hours of sleepless travel, I arrived at camp Karkku where I spent the next week.
I met so many people from around the world, and it was so much fun.

I've been with my host family for a week now and it's been great. It already feels like home here.
I've also been to a week of school, so I guess I'll highlight the differences I've noticed so far.

They don't use normal lined paper in notebooks, it's always graph paper. Many people (including myself) are using notebooks about half the size of a normal notebook as well. Textbooks are always bought by the students, and they're much smaller than American ones (but that's not very surprising considering the size of some of our textbooks...)
The schedule is different every day, and some classes last two hours on certain days. I also have a "free period" where I can basically do whatever I want until my next class. Unlike study halls in American school, you can leave and come back, or just chill in the commons area.
There are also no bells. The teacher tells you when class is over, and there's 15 minutes between classes.

People here are a lot more quiet, especially strangers. I've introduced myself to a few people and they didn't seem too interested in smalltalk. The hallways aren't half as loud as the ones at NHS. This is one thing I'll have to get used to, I've stood with a group of people in complete silence, it was pretty awkward. I would start conversation but it's almost worse talking in English with people because they don't want to say much. Everyone tells me they're bad at English. Most people are actually very good at English, or at least I can understand them (I'm not sure what that says anymore because it feels like it's been years since I've had a conversation with a native English speaker.)

There is no set fashion in Finland. I've seen more different hairstyles here than what probably exists in all of Minnesota, and the mullet seems to be a fairly popular one. Most styles are modernized versions of various past decades, I can guess what people listen to just from what they are wearing.
... which brings us to the subject of music. I have been proved wrong again that not everything dies with the decade. Just last night I was at a rock festival in my town and one of the bands that played... well, I think it's best if they speak for themselves.

Fulfilling my duty as an exchange student, I went with some friends to get their autographs after they played. 
Heavy Metal is also quite popular here, and rock in general. I have heard some American music as well, although it was popular about a month ago in the states.
... and there's Finnish rap. We don't talk about Finnish rap.

I think I should definitely get back to doing homework then studying Finnish. I'll update again soon with pictures of my bedroom and perhaps a report of the food.

Moikka!