Richard III, Informatíon, Drenge, and Karaoke

Hej everyone,
I just got back from my class trip to København!!! It was a blast and I finally had a chance to bond with my class. Don't get me wrong it wasn't with out its ups and downs, but the downs were definitly worth the ups.
We left on Wednesday after school, around 4, from the Banegård (Odense's train station). The train ride from Odense to København is 2 hours which was filled with girlish banter and Fort Minor. After we arrived we walked to the DanHostel and checked in. I ended up in a room with Tessa, Katrine, Stina, Jasmin, and a few other girls. We were the only group of girls that had to share a room with boys. The set up was two small rooms, six beds to each room, that share a bathroom.
The next few hours went by in a mad rush. After getting our rooms we changed for the Theater and went out to get dinner. We ended up finding the other girls at Burger King and I had a grilled chicken burger. They claim that there's chicken in it but all I could taste was mayonnaise and bun. Then we set off on our journey to the theater. Man did it take forever! Might I mention that the entire trip no one really knew where we were going or how to get there. We got there right on time after taking about 37 wrong turns and ended up being the first to arrive, including the teachers. Everybody else apparently ended up more lost than we did.
When everyone had arrived we went inside and got our tickets. The play we were seeing was Richard the Third. Except for the fact that it wasn't Richard the Third it was some weird modern version of Richard the Third and was translated into Danish. So I sat there for the first half watching people dressed in normal clothes scream at each other in danish, have huge monologues, and strangle eachother on a set that consisted of nothing except 17 chairs and a black board. This in turn gave me a blistering migrane. So, during intermission I walked back to the hostel by myself and went to bed while the rest of the class watched the second act and then went out for drinks. They all got home around 12.30 and fell asleep.
If thursday was a painting it would be 300x300 feet and have every color of the wheel. We started out the day with breakfast at 7.30, which means that some of the girls in my room 6:30 and the rest were argueing with the boys at 7.10 over which would get to use the bathroom. I was planning on sleeping until 7.15, needless to say that didn't work to well. Then we went down to the kitchen/bar to each our free continental breakfast. Being an exchange student you tend to learn all of the tricks to saving money, and food in CPH is wicked expensive. *side note: one time a group of exchange students managed to sleep 24 exchange students in a one person hostel room and its bathroom!* So I ended up taking extra food and walked away with a full belly, not to mention a sandwich and a roll for lunch. :)
Then we went to our first museum. I can't remember the name but it had exhibits about things and places all over the world. It was really interesting, they even had a giant room which was based on showing you information by using all five of your senses. Half of the class went to that museum and the rest went to some rich dead person's house. Then after about an hour we switched and my group went to the house. It was interesting and reminded me slightly of a smaller version of the J.J. Hill house. Then we had a break for lunch.
What you need to know is that the girls in my class are relatively divided into two groups, both groups get along but that's just how the cookie crumbles. The only problem is the group of girls that I normally hang out with has a ton of personality clashes. So we all argued over where we were going to go eat and ended up walking 15 minutes across the city. Everyone got falafels and I ate my sandwich and the cookie I had left over from the train ride over and my water that I brought from home. After lunch we all walked 20 minutes back the way we came to go to the art museum. The art museum was interesting and had some really interesting painting in it, the kind that if you sit down and just stair at them you can pick out a back story.
After that everyone split up into their groups and had a 3 hour break before dinner. Some people went shopping, others went back to the hostel, and me and my friends went to a cafe (which of course we agrued over first.) Then we all walked to the Riz Raz which was where the entire class was having dinner. Again, we made it just on time because we managed to get lost. Apparently in CPH there are two Riz Raz restuarants and they're in opposite directions from eachother.
We eventually got there and had a nice dinner, which cost me 150 DKK (about $30). Then we all walked to the a...... KARAOKE BAR!
That had to be the funnest part out of the entire trip. The whole class got drinks, I didn't. I thought it was interesting though how the boys in my class, even though they consumed about the same amount of alchohol, got drunk WAY faster than the girls did. Frederik, a guy in my class, and I sang "all the small things" by Blink 182. And a bunch of girls in my class sung some spice girl, WOOT! I went back with the first group of people to the hostel around 12.30-12.45ish and fell asleep. I was woken up by Micheel, a boy in my class (one of the ones that we shared a bathroom with, sneaking into our room at 4. He was standing over Jasmin poking her. The funny th9ing was that he had his back to me. So I quitelly got out of my bed and stood about a meter behind him with my arms crossed. As soon as Jasmin stirred he jumped and tried to run out of the room, consiquently crashing directly into me and yelping like a little girl. I could smell the alchohol on him.
I woke the next morning to Jasmin screaming becasue there was a fake mouse in her bed. I wonder who could have put that there... Then we all got ready, packed our bags, and went down for breakfast. I did the same thing as yesterday. After we checked out we all walked to the train station to store our bags and took the subway to the newspaper Informatíon. We didn't do much there except for listen to the head editor speak for an hour and a half. Holy crap, I have never wanted to speak Danish more in my entire life than during that hour and a half. I couldn't understand anything except Barack OBama, Thomas Jefferson, and U.S.A.
After that we power walked to the trian station to make our train. The train ride back was uneventful and Iwalked home from the train station.

~Jasmine H