Back in Sveridge

So Sveridge is the Swedish word for “Sweden”. Rather embarrassingly, I can’t really pronounce it right. It’s like “swer-yeh” or something similar. Isn’t it just a little sad that I’ve been in Sweden for a month (good gosh!) but I can’t even say Sweden in Swedish?

I’m exhausted beyond belief. Took a bus to the train station in Milan yesterday. Took the shuttle from the train station to Malpensa Airport. Waited around for my plane to take off. Flew back to Stockholm. Took the Arlanda Express to the T-Centralen before getting on my usual one hour route home, including a long subway ride and a bus. I woke up around 7.30am and got back to my house in Stockholm around 4.30pm.

Despite sleeping early last night, I can still feel the remnants of tiredness in my body.& to think I’ll be doing this for the next few weeks. Oslo and Copenhagen for a week followed by a weekend in Amsterdam.

I’m also quite behind on my work. I have a problem set to turn in for econ and a cultural diary entry (shit nonsense) to do for the program-both due by tomorrow. I don’t feel like doing either. Oh yeah, it’s my turn to clean the house too, so at some point I’ll have to get off my lazy arse and vacuum the floor.Ugh. Bed. Too. Comfortable.

Also, can I just say, that the people in Sweden never cease to amaze me with their niceness? I needed to print my e-ticket for my train to oslo and copenhagen. Everything was in Swedish, so Kristina asked this girl next to us if she could help us translate. she was so helpful, helping us through the process and putting up with my grumpiness when my ticket didn’t go through. When it came time for me to print, this other girl told me to go ahead before her since she was practically photocopying a whole book. (oh, this is where I complain about how terrible the resources are in Stockholm University. For Sweden’s top university that takes in 60,000 people-how the fuck do they justify just having ONE STUPID PRINTER IN THE WHOLE SCHOOL?) On my way to the train station, I was stopped by this Amnesty International girl who wanted to talk about recruitment. It was windy and freezing cold but since it was Amnesty, I stopped (I gave Greenpeace the fuck-off twice because, hey, it’s greenpeace and I don’t really like them)  and launched into this great discussion about the organization and their gorls and successes. At the end, the girl said I was so nice to talk to and I said she was so nice to talk to and we got into this great understanding of mutual kindred spirits. I love Swedes.

On the other hand, while I do like the Swedes in my school, I don’t like my classes. They’re boring as hell. & much too basic. I never realized how much CSS accelerated my education but coming to school here has opened my eyes to how much I’ve progressed as a CSS student. I’m bored out of my eyeballs and doing anything academic makes me so moody. I’d rather they either intensify the complexity of the program, or just not give any work at all. This unhappy medium is annoying.

But it’s nice to be back. I foresee myself missing Sweden desperately when I leave.