It has been awhile

“man blinker og så er tiden gået”

“You blink and then the time has passed”


Hello world! Geez, it has been sooo long since the last time I wrote one of these. I apologize for that and really do need to find the time to write one every once in a while. Not because I know how much y’all look forward to reading these haha but because it helps to sometimes write out what a person is feeling. There are a lot of random things that bring my anxiety down. Drawing or tracing in my case (concentrating to draw those straight/curvy lines precisely), sewing and creating random things, dancing or creating a dance, and trying to write this blog all take my concentration. It’s said that idle hands are the devil’s workshop, an old saying dating at least as far back as Chaucer in the twelfth century who called idle hands the devil’s tools. So, if a person is doing something decently productive with their time then they wouldn’t have time to do anything too bad.

The reason I have decided to write this one is not to lower my anxiety, although it helps, but instead it is about how time changes things. Time is one thing that can cause anyone anxiety! This past week I went to Berea College, which is where I graduated in May 2015, to see Kinetic Expressions. Kinetic Expressions is a dance concert the college puts on every year where both professors and students choreograph and dance. It really is an amazing concert to see and to be a part of! I remember joking with an old friend of mine when watching the concert my freshmen year that I, the person with two left feet and maybe have only done the chicken dance in his life…. wrong haha, was going to be in those concerts. I did participate every year I was in college except my freshman year in which I saw and got absolutely mesmerized with. When I went this year all those memories of my first time seeing it just started flooding back in. I attended Berea College for four years and then left to go to Denmark for the year. I have gone back to Berea a few times, but something is different, something just doesn’t feel right, it is an odd feeling when I go back now. The place is pretty much the same except a few new buildings, maybe a bigger parking lot but essentially it is the same. The biggest difference is well me. I have grown, others have grown, I don’t really know anyone there anymore and when I went to the dance concert, I knew maybe seven people. Two being students, who are about to graduate, who I danced with when I was there, and the others were the professors. It’s an uneasy feeling going somewhere that you feel like an outsider.

I know a lot of people have asked if I was still dancing and the answer is unfortunately no… I might do a little jig in the car while driving (don’t judge me, you do the same thing), but to be trained I have not. Why you might ask….? Well, in all honesty, I don’t have a good excuse. I work Monday through Friday getting off about 5ish everyday and then I head home or run a few errands. I know I could probably find a class in the evenings or even the weekends, but I don’t. While watching the concert though, WOW, it sure did make me miss it. I was sad when it was my last dance concert at Berea but not really because I knew I was going to be going to Denmark after the summer. I was sad when it was final performance in Denmark and Germany, but once again, not really because I literally spent an entire year in a foreign country which was awesome and I was about to go home to see my family who I hadn’t seen in what felt like forever. Seeing this Kinetic though… now that made me truly sad… It was an amazing concert, don’t get me wrong. Even though I haven’t danced in a while I could still see every step they made, the tiny mistakes being made (it happens but they continued as if there wasn’t one which is the important part), and I could feel the emotions coming from the dances and dancers. What made me sad though is I didn’t have that next adventure like I always have. Elementary school to middle school to high school to college in a different state to a freaking new country (going on a plane for the first time WOWZERS!). I have said this to so many people but after one adventure, the next one just kind of happened, so maybe what I’m currently doing (working, being an adult) is my “next adventure”. I was thanked for coming to the concert, for driving 2.5 to 3 hours to see maybe an hour to hour and half concert. I even got called old HAHA. I think I knew what my first dance teacher felt when she saw me performing in Denmark. She literally saw my first attempt at dancing and watched me grow, progressing, getting better every time. I saw the two students and remembered their first Kinetic and I almost shed a tear seeing how much they grew. They were good dancers back then but my how time changes things. They impressed me and am very thankful for that.

I have really debated on writing this and posting. I have had this written since about two days after I saw the concert but I haven’t posted. So many things are changing… so many people are changing. And maybe, no cares about reading this but if you made to the end thank you. I really, truly appreciate it. What does my future hold??? In a blink of an eye… time flies by.

Story time


“Story time”

Hey y’all, I hope you’re having a fantastic morning, afternoon, or night wherever you might be. I know it’s been a while since I’ve written anything on here and I apologize. I’m still waiting for that sign to hit me in the face to tell me what to do haha. There may be a few opportunities coming, but I don’t want to jinx it so I’ll just wait on them. Anyways, I have been cleaning my room lately and for a person who keeps everything, that can only mean trouble :P. I have ran across all sorts of things that bring back so many memories! I have actually ran across a short paper I wrote in High School and so I decided to retype it onto my current laptop, that way I’d have another backup file just in case the paper copy goes missing again. After retyping it, I decided it wasn’t complete and wrote a little bit more, it still may not be complete but its gotta be closer. Since it was a Christmas Story, and Christmas is just around the corner I thought I would share it with you. It’s a masterpiece by any means but it is a nice little short story and I’d love to hear what y’all thought of it once you’re done (in a private message please, I don’t want to be humiliated on Facebook 😦 haha). And since I’m probably not going to be writing after the story, I hope whoever may be reading this have a fantastic day!!! Well without further a due here is my little story.

Christmas Story or Nightmare

Merry Christmas everyone, it is a great time to be alive! Well, I would be saying that but I have a slight problem. I am locked here in this ten by ten cell pacing back and forth, palms sweaty, knees weak, and I am so scared that I cannot sleep. You see, I am scheduled to die by lethal injection in about twelve hours. To help me get through this night I imagine being seven years old, lying in the floor and starring at the skinny little cedar Christmas tree that my father and I had cut. I wish now was more like then, it was a time when I was truly happy, the most beautiful memory I can recall.

The smell of Christmas was all through the house while mother was in the kitchen baking an assortment of cookies. I can still remember sneaking a nibble of each kind she made like peppermint, chocolate chip, peanut butter, vanilla, and my favorite sugar. The taste of each was as if I had traveled to heaven itself and savored the luscious delights. My mother always set aside a plate of special cookies, the best of all, for Santa Claus.

I can hear my bother teasing my sister telling her that Santa is not real, but I knew better. The cookies and milk were always gone, I have pictures of Santa and me on the walls, and besides he is bringing me the best Christmas present ever. This is the year I get my very own bicycle. No more sharing with my brother or sister, I feel so anxious.

As my father staggered in from the frigid winter’s cold night, he put his freezing hand upon my shoulder and told me that it was almost time, only about 11 hours until morning. We turned on our antique rabbit eared television to listen to the weatherman notify us that they could see Santa’s sleigh on their radar, and that he has already left the North Pole. I was so excited to hear that he was coming that I almost forgot to help my family put the final touches on the tree. This is the year that I get to put the majestic angel on the top of the tree.

If only I could stay in the place forever, this was the most beautiful time in my life. My time has come, it is too late, eternal damnation is my fate. All these beautiful thoughts, I must clear my head I know in a few hours that I will be dead….

As each second passes, I am feeling more and more scared. How did I get into this mess, why me, why that poor little kid who just wanted a bike that Christmas end up here? There has to be something, something I can do to get out of this mess. I just want to go back, back to that freezing Christmas Eve. Maybe I should start from the beginning.

My name is Cledus Jacobson. I was born June 5th, 1983 in Smojax, which is a small town in Tennessee, in a little log cabin. I have a hardworking father, a loving mother, and an older sister and brother. We have always gotten along pretty well, I mean as far as family gets along. I was Salutatorian when I graduated Smojax High School and then began working at the Smojax bank in town until I was thirty years old. I have been in Smojax practically my whole life, and honestly, that’s where I should have stayed.

Christmas has always been my favorite holiday. The smiling faces, lights, smell of cookies throughout the house, those little moments that people cherish and talk about for years later, and of course family time. I really miss those times. When I turned thirty I decided to leave my small little town and see the world. For the next two years or so I traveled every state in the United States. I walked some of the Grand Canyon in Arizona, threw a few baseballs at Wrigley Field in Illinois, rode on top of Babe at the Paul Bunyon and Babe the Blue Ox monument in Minnesota, wagered too much in Las Vegas, Nevada, took a picture of the Statue of Liberty in New York, and ended my journey at the Ben and Jerry’s Factory in Vermont tasting the best ice cream on this Earth. It was an amazing trip, and I loved every second of it! It was sadly not as “amazing” when I returned home though. You see, when I went home, there was nothing. There was no house; no hardworking father, loving mother, older brother, or sister, there was absolutely nothing… Well except a man with handcuffs ready to arrest to me.

I was completely frozen with fear and couldn’t believe what I was seeing or well not seeing. I asked the man what has happened to my family, my home, everything, and where are you taking me? All the man said was that I had the right to remain silent and that I would be paying for what I did. What did I do, oh no, do they think I was the cause of all of this? When I got to prison I was asked a million questions, none that they believed the answers to. They did not believe that I was seeing the world for the last two years; no one does that they said. What can I do…? I have now been in prison for eight months, it is Christmas Day, and I am dying in about three hours. It is as cold as that Christmas Eve was when I was seven.

As the time is drawing closer and closer a man with a white beard walks into the room with a big smile on his face. The white bearded man said Merry Christmas Cledus, is there anything I can do for you? I just looked at him with a confused look on my face, not knowing who he was or what he even meant, but I said, “I just want to live sir…” He laughs and says he guesses that times have really changed since a little boy, only seven years old, wanted a bicycle for Christmas. How does he know that I wanted a bike that year? He looks at me, this time very seriously, and says “Cledus, I want you to believe, I want you to close your eyes and believe”. As soon as he said that a cold wind blew through the cell and he disappeared.

Nine minutes and thirty three seconds left until I die. They are now tying me into the chair and getting me ready to be injected, injected for a crime that I did not do. Five minutes and forty two seconds left until I die. They are rubbing alcohol onto my arm, if it is even going to matter if it is sanitary or not. I can see the three drugs they are about to inject me with, the Sodium Thiopental to induce unconsciousness, Pancuronium Bromide to cause muscle paralysis and respiratory arrest, and the final straw Potassium Chloride to stop my heart. Twenty seconds until I die. Everything is flashing in my head from the day I was born, to that shiny new bike I got when I was seven, all the way to that bearded man who mysteriously appeared in my cell. What was it that he said again? With only seven seconds until I die, I closed my eyes, thought of when I was seven again and knew exactly who that bearded man was. I mean the cookies and milk were always gone, I have pictures of him and me on the walls, and besides he is bringing me the best Christmas present ever… again. THE END.


It’s about Time

“Tæl ikke hver time, men sørg for at hver time tæller”

“Don’t count every hour, but make sure each hour counts”

Hey everyone, I hope you’re doing well and having a great week thus far. It’s crazy how fast time can fly by. Can you believe it has already been a year since when I started at Ollerup? (And for all of you people who might not know for some reason, yes I am home in the U.S. back in Tennessee.) Time is a crazy thing, but like the quote says “don’t count every hour, but make sure each hour counts”. I may not be in Denmark anymore but I feel like it changed me. I think I may still continue to do a blog every once in a while and will still add a danish phrase. I kind of like doing this and maybe if any of y’all read these you might learn something…. or you might get bored 😉 Either way make sure every hour, minute, second, millisecond counts.

Both semesters I was at Ollerup, I was in the Dance Line and believe me it definitely wasn’t about the length of time. It really didn’t matter if it was a 30 second piece or over an hour long (which our spring concert Disconnected was). We were able to make 5-7 minute phrases in no time whatsoever, but it wasn’t the length that mattered. It was about what we could convey in that time, what story we could tell, and feelings. I have still yet to see Disconnected but from what I have heard from others is that they have enjoyed it and better yet felt something. A part of the Disconnected dance is me and this girl having a duet at the beginning with lifts and emotion. I still remember during our opening show our duet was in complete silence (the music was going on but it didn’t matter, it felt silent), it felt like it was just me, her, and nothing else. Every lift, movement, and feeling was there that night. It was a crazy feeling I had and I absolutely loved it. It felt as though time stopped for those short 10-15 minutes we were dancing. I knew what my dance teacher meant when he always said the time didn’t matter because it really didn’t, like I said I felt as though time just completely froze. These are the moments I love the most in dance. I hope I am able to find some sort of dance here or find a place I can fully practice myself.

So there seems to always be an adventure with me somehow or another haha. My trip home took forever. Literally I left around 5 p.m. DK time (which is 11 a.m. in TN) and got in Boston supposed to be at 7 p.m. but didn’t get off the plane until 8, because of delays and a plane being parked in our parking spot….. During the flight, I was directly in the middle, middle aisle, middle seat with two ladies on each side (and no they weren’t young, blonde, nor very quiet.) They continuously talked and asking questions, didn’t get any sleep on that flight. Well once I got to Boston it was probably another hour/hour and a half to just get through security. My next flight wasn’t until 6 a.m. the next morning and I wasn’t able to check in my luggage until 6 hours before (Note it’s around 10/10:30 at this time), the people thought I was crazy because I was so early, I didn’t have a choice though. Well midnight came around and I couldn’t check in my luggage then either because it’s freakin midnight and no one was there. So I had to stay up all night to make sure no one messed with my luggage nor me (I mean I’m in the states…). The only restaurant open was dunkin donuts and ewwww it was so nasty, I got a breakfast burrito and sat on a bench watching a mouse walk around the airport, not a pretty site. The following morning came, I got on the plane to head to Baltimore next and I was definitely asleep most of the flight. When I did wake up though there was this little boy maybe 4 or 5 years old constantly asking if that place was their hotel. My favorite line from the kid was “Oh, is that our hotel, it looks like it’s underground? Whoa!!!! What if that was our hotel and we met the Ninja Turtles?” HAHAHA The kid was hilarious. The flight was only about an hour and half long so I got to Baltimore and through security around 8:30. My next flight wasn’t until noon and all of the restaurants except dunkin donuts (whcih I was not going to eat again) was on the other side of security which I couldn’t get through because once again I couldn’t check in my luggage because the company I was flying with decided not to get there until at least 2 hours before. I didn’t have much to do so I decided to go ahead and wait in line. The company got there around 10:15 and I got through security by 10:40. I decided to eat at Quiznos and it wasn’t too bad 🙂 Even though when I looked at my change I felt confused (I was literally so use to danish krones, american coins looked funny haha). My last flight was to Knoxville Tennessee, was asked to switch seats as soon as I got on so these people could seat together, and by this point I could careless. I had maybe 2 hours of sleep in that long time of being awake. The family I sat with this time was this kid and grandmother from New Mexico excited to see the fireworks during the 4th. It was a long time until I got home and I definitely counted each hour then….

Time is a funny thing overall. A minute can feel like a lifetime but in a good way or bad. I have felt both and I’m sure you have too. Like the quote said, “make sure each hour counts”. Do what makes you happy and the time will feel like it’s been well spent. Thanks for reading (if you made it this far) and spending YOUR time doing this. Until next time, have a day.

The last few weeks and MY BIRTHDAY! :)

”Tillykke med fødselsdagen”

”Happy Birthday”

Hey all, I hope everyone is doing well! Not much longer until I’ll be heading home, crazy how fast things can seem to go. I thinks it’s only like 3 or 4 more weeks…. WHOA! A lot has been happening these last few weeks, exciting and exhausting :P. And of course I had to use this phrase for the blog, my birthday was Saturday!

These past few weeks has been ahhhh so tiring, not really having weekends to recuperate. They have been fun but tiring. From having our dance tour to setting up for events at the school, to a former student’s weekend, it keeps a person busy. I think the people remembered beach season was coming so they were trying to prepare our bodies for the beach ;). Last week, the dance line was visited by a guy from the United States, yup I said U.S.A.! An American visiting the school to teach us a dance style he’s trying to spread more awareness about. Ironically, he reminded me of my older brother, a little with looks without my glasses on, but definitely with the way he talked HAHA. He asked us a question and our dance teacher was able to answer it, his reply was “Yes, that’s absolutely correct, wow man, you should teach this class or something…. Oh wait haha”. This sounded exactly like what my brother would say. Anyways, before I get more side tracked, the style was a fast footwork dance called Chicago style. You should try to look it up if you get a chance, and yes, this is my way of trying to help a fellow American in spreading the word :D. If you know me, I do not move very fast, I’m trying to work on it but it’s hard for a bigger guy haha. So this was a tad challenging for me but in the end I felt so good, and was decently keeping up 🙂 After the class, I could feel that I have changed while being here and hope to continue to grow. My future goal is to still teach in my own dance studio and believe each day I am getting closer and closer to that goal!

This past weekend was former student weekend. There were so many people, apparently around 1200 to 1300 people. All for my birthday right ;). I had two performances of our dance concert “Disconnected” Saturday and sadly it was our last performance ever for that dance. I feel like both of them went very well…. ACTUALLY, I know they went well, we were awesome and people cried! Even though I had two performances in one day and it was a little hard on the body (you know, I’m getting older :P), it was such a beautiful day and overall very relaxing. I got sung to twice, both at lunch and dinner, where I had to stand on a chair and everyone did a giant wave haha, it was so cool. Since it was former student’s day, the dining services took extra care of the people meaning we got ice cream and dessert waffles… YUM YUM YUM!!!! Honestly though, it’s actually really funny how different people are when it is someone’s birthday. People were so nice and kind, they gave me a little attention, I got hugs, and it was just a completely different experience than normal. As soon as it was past midnight, it felt like it went back to normal. But during that day, I actually felt welcomed, which this semester has been kind of hard to feel. So I would like to thank people for that, and of course a huge thank you to everyone who wished me a birthday wish in person or Facebook! I even got birthday wishes from people I had no clue who they were (former students that is), so that was pretty neat, like I said different experience/atmosphere. It was sad not being at home for my birthday but I am also very happy to been able to experience it here :).

We have a 24 hour challenge at the school tomorrow so I should probably try to wrap this up and go to bed soon. I’m actually really excited to see what the Danes have in store for us (The Danes, being the leadership class aka FIL came up with this idea). No matter what, the challenges are probably nothing compared to the 24 hour challenges I have already been through…. Beating numerous video games, starring at a blood moon for pictures, clapping for a teacher just for $20… Ahh good times ;). Anyways, have an amazing week, be kind, and share a smile or hug with someone this week. You’d be surprised how much it changes a person’s mood. Until next time, thanks for reading! 🙂

One Act

“Jeg tror jeg har sommerfugle i maven på grund af dig”

“I think I have butterflies in my stomach because of you”

Wow it’s been awhile, I’m sorry! I hope you all are doing well and everything is going just swell for you. I have been on dance tour this whole week and what a week. It’s truly amazing how much I have learned this past semester and being able to showcase it to people all around Denmark. I can officially say I have done a 1 hour and some minutes dance 🙂 and that I have danced internationally for people outside the school. It has truly been an experience of a lifetime and done things I never thought possible. Thank you to Ollerup and to all of my current and past dancer teachers. Woot woot!

It’s really interesting how one act of something can change things. For example, this dance has made people cry, rethink of what they are doing in their life, and some just confused. One act of kindness, one sweet word, or even just a simple smile can change a person’s day. At the same time one rude/mean act, one word/phrase, or another person in a bad or sad mood can also change your day. Both of these things I have felt throughout this year (more during the spring than fall term and mostly the hurtful ones…). I try to stay positive a lot of times and I know I’m a different kind of person than most (laughing at everything, not making sense half the time, and probably talking too much) but when I constantly hear mean things or someone is just rude when talking it really affects a person. I’m not sure if people actually realize this or not but it’s true. I also hear “oh if someone is being rude just walk away or tell them they are being rude”, well I’m not that type of person. Plus from observing that usually doesn’t work. I can’t do those types of things because I wouldn’t want that to happen to me. I really want people to think harder before they say something, because honestly it’s just getting pathetic now.

The dance tour overall was as my dance teacher says “okay”. It was great experience like I said earlier but there is still so much for me and others to learn. For example, dancers (and yes I said dancers not audience members but dancers) on the side of the stage talking while the performance is going on and a very beautiful solo at that. Just don’t talk, I found that to be very annoying, I honestly didn’t think I would find it to be so annoying but it’s made me a little angry. They actually ruined the picture for me…. I don’t know if the audience could hear them but I could, and it was our last show of the tour and this is how I felt. It’s really a shame…. I’m sorry but that aggravated me so much I can’t remember what I was going to say next? So I’ll just move on.

My final words to this post, because I feel like I’ve said enough for now haha, is spread joy not hate around. Be yourself, and I know I’ll get some smartelic response of “oh but myself is rude or that’s just me” and my response is if yourself is a jerk well then DON’T, just try to not be one for a day, a week, year, heck maybe the rest of your life. I know I had a lot of complaining in this and I apologize once again but it helps get the grr out :P. Thanks to everyone who has any part of me and dance once again and those of you who reads my posts. Miss you all and hope you have an amazing upcoming week!

Norway and Break!

“You are beautiful, you are worthy, and you make someone’s day better everyday.”

“Du er smuk, du er betydningsfuld og du gør en andens dag bedre hver dag.”

Hey y’all, I hope you’re having a great day and past few weeks. I told ya it was probably going to be like two weeks until my next blog :P. I decided to put this phrase up today because well I think everyone should be reminded that they are all those things and much more! Remember that, I know I have to remind myself sometimes. It’s been an interesting past few weeks, like an elevator, and have been really debating what this blog should be about. I know I was going to talk about Norway for a bit but was debating on writing something for a while now just don’t know how to say it quiet yet so for now this is what I’ve got… We went to Norway last week and now we are back safe and sound, only a few injuries (luckily not me). Also side Good news note is that I think spring is finally peaking its head out and starting to get Warmer and more sunny :)! I’ve even been getting a little tanned ;).

Norway was absolutely gorgeous! I already loved the snow but now even more. It was an experience I think everyone should try at least once (or well when I say once I mean at least a couple of days to get the hang of it 😉 ). As you know this was my first time skiing and I was in the beginners group aka the best group haha. I was probably the first one to fall in my group, decided to ski backwards quiet a bit, and even on my back a few times… :P. Needless to say, I’m actually really shocked I didn’t hurt myself (thank goodness for my outrageous flexibility 😀 ). I think I got a lot better though by the third day, probably from Wednesday to Friday I fell maybe 5-7 times, and just Monday to Tuesday alone probably 30+ haha. It was a really fun experience though, going to the top of the mountain, being above the clouds, relaxing. It’s something that I’d like to do again one day (preferably when I don’t have a performance coming up just in case).

The next event or whatever you want to call it is Easter break. I am free from Wednesday night until Monday. I was planning on traveling a lot but that also costs money so I think I’ll mostly be in Denmark still might travel Denmark a little but no Paris or Rome for now. I have that diving course in April so I think I’ll use most of my time to prepare for that, work on a project, and of course practice dance. It’s going to be an event break but don’t worry I’ll definitely relax as well. All work and no play/doing nothing isn’t always the best. I’m looking forward to so much stuff, so many things are happening and I’m ready!

Though I’m in Denmark don’t forget me y’all at home or people in Denmark. It’s nice to hear from folks every so often, I know it’s both ways but maybe if I say it I’ll remember too. Until my next blog, you’re beautiful, you’re worthy, and you make someone’s day so much better just by being yourself everyday. Have a great upcoming week!

Home Is Where The Heart Is

“Tag dig sammen mand”

“Pull yourself together man”

Hey y’all, I hope you’re having a lovely day and past month. I can’t believe it’s been about a month since my last post, time really does fly…. I have been in Danmark now for about 7 months or more, that’s a long time! Long time not really getting to see my family, my dog, sleep in my own bed, heck even just taking a shower in my own shower where I don’t have to worry about wearing sandals :D. I have enjoyed my time here so far, don’t get me wrong, but boy it sure can be hard being away from home sometimes. Because honestly, home is where the heart is. It’s where a person can feel most belonged and comfortable. I miss it but I also know I probably wouldn’t change a thing if I had a chance, this is an experience of a lifetime. I’m learning so much, growing as a person, in a freaking different country ahh :), meeting people I know I could never forget (even some I wish I could :P), and hopefully getting better at dance! It’s really awesome to  be able to experience such a journey. A lot has happened these 7 or so months and continues to be happening especially lately and it’s good stuff but also a little overwhelming.

This upcoming week we’re heading to Norway!!!! Yup little ol’ TN boy is gonna face another challenge…. SKIING!!! I’m excited, nervous, happy, and afraid all at the same time haha. It’s going to be so cool to try this, but also nervous I’m gonna hurt myself because I’m clumsy 😛 ( knock on wood or as the Danes say syv, ni, tretten). I’m also super excited to be able to travel to somewhere new, somewhere I haven’t been before. We’re staying in cabins so it should be nice and relaxing :D. I’ll try to write another blog post next week describing (but knowing me it might be two weeks…). We’ll see how this trip goes, but either way I’m ready (Jeg er super klar)!

Starting in April, I will be taking a diving course to get my diving certificate. I know strange but I have an opportunity and I’m gonna take it! I’m actually the only international in the class (also intimating but I’m from Tennessee so I can do it haha). The class will be in April where I have to read and take exams during April and then a practical exam in the pool in June. I was able to try to do a test dive a couple of weeks ago and it was so neat being able to breathe under water, though the instructor kept telling me to calm down under water (even though I wasn’t freaking out or anything so that was a tad strange haha). I need to learn how to swim with fins though it was so hard, never swam with them before so it was different!! I will be practicing that and studying so that way hopefully I will excel!

There is actually a lot more things happening (like a chance to be teaching some dance after Ollerup) but for now I’ll leave it with Norway and Diving (quiet opposites actually, swimming and skiing). In life a person must constantly make decisions some big and some small, but a decision nonetheless. I made a decision to come to Denmark and now I’m here, like I said earlier I miss home a lot but I think I’ve made the right decision. So as my quote says, I guess I just need to pull myself together and continue to try to make the best out of my experiences while being here. I miss y’all 🙂









Smile and keep moving

“Du er glasuren på min kage”

“You are icing on my cake”

Hey y’all, I hope you’re having a fantastic morning, afternoon, night… Day! Time for a new blog post, so busy, and still so sick… :/. Since my last blog I did start feeling better but now I’m back to feeling blah. But don’t worry, I’m still going to classes (and probably spreading my sickness…. Whoops). Since my last blog many things have happened so sit back, grab a bag of chips, and prepare to listen or well read ;).

So I have been training! I mean training in the gym not just with dance! If you know me well that’s not me, but I’m doing it. My friend of mine here is like a wizard or something, somehow he has talked me into going and continuing to go. It has sadly been about 3-4 days since I’ve lasted trained though because of this darn sickness (headache, stomach ache, non stop coughing and throat hurting, not fun stuff). But honestly I can’t wait to start again. I know, crazy I’m even saying that, but it’s true! I actually do miss it but I also know I need to start feeling better before I start going hard again. Words of wisdom, always make sure you take care of yourself, know your limits, and sometimes things really can wait! I’ll try to keep y’all updated on my gym quest though and maybe one day I’ll actually be able to show results.

This past week was called OD week (don’t quiet remember what it stands for but it’s for not overdose haha). I’ll get back to that week in the next paragraph but I wanted to mention the last day and the morning assembly we were told. Monday through Friday we have what’s called a morning assembly where someone will say something and it is pretty open to what people say (from being motivated, having their dreams ruined because of an injury, to talking about the amount of germs in your poop. Yeah it can be about anything). Anyways, this morning assembly was really personal and sad at the same time and people were honestly really rude, constantly coughing some real, some just being childish. There’s no reason for people to do that! I mean it’s just freakin 30 minutes out of their day and if someone is coughing that much maybe they should get up and go outside so the rest of the people can listen. So if your cougher…. Kindly stop please :|. Okay now that the rant is over…. It was about last semester and when the school was having some sort of event for people (old and young.) We were not at the school during that week but there was an older gentleman who died during the event and the teacher felt so much remorse because he felt that he had failed, that he could have done something, that it was his fault (the older gentleman was older and had something wrong with his heart just so we’re clear) but it also made the teacher realize how fragile life really is. Which it’s true, a person can be taken away in an instance. It’s a sad thought but it’s also reality… Next words of wisdom: cherish your time with your loved one, try not to stress as much, and like I said before sometimes things can wait so go out and enjoy time with your friends/family every once in a while. Really think how you are using your time…

Alright, so OD week was an interesting one, we explored Danish history and tried out many things like old gymnastics and games. We even went winter bathing (it was super cold burr)! During this week I spent almost an entire day being told stuff just in Danish???, I did old gymnastics without using trampolines because they didn’t have them yet but instead some kind of spring board, I did acro yoga (always fun and I was even a flyer aka the guy in the air for a lot of them), danced old folk dances (and knew all the dances thank ya Tennessee and Kentucky haha), and I even tried chair dancing. It was an interesting and fun week. OD day was on Saturday and sadly I was just taking team photos so I saw most of the performances (performances being someone on the team who went to Ollerup at some point in their life, some even current students) on live stream but it was still pretty neat, I think I took some good photos :). It was such a busy day too, I went from 6:38 in the morning (supposed to be 30 but woke up late haha) until 3:45 that night. Busy busy, but everyone seemed happy so that’s the important part. No wisdom words on this one.

Finally I’m gonna wrap things up on this post. I did my solo yesterday for my dance class and you should check it out, pretty awesome sounds. I know I always say it but I’m gonna try to write more on these and try to actually breathe and stay as busy but we’ll see what happens ;). Oh and about my danish phrase this time, just something to hopefully bring a smile to y’alls faces :D. Until next time folks who still reads these, good morning, good evening, and good night!

Challenges Accepted!

“Du er sød som en knap”

“You are cute as a button”

Hey y’all I hope you’re having a swell day/week. First off, apparently Danes don’t use my quote of the blog but I definitely did in Tennessee so I had to share it. The face I got when I said it to someone was priceless haha. Anyways… This semester is definitely more intensive than the last but in a good way. It is pushing and pulling me in ways that I probably wouldn’t have been if I didn’t continue. It’s good to be pulled and pushed sometimes, or well not so much right now because I’m a tad sick, and if you know me when I’m sick I try to keep going till I can’t anymore. As my dad use to always say, “if you’re gonna be dumb, you better be tough” and well I think I’m feeling more dumb than tough right now 😐. It’s keeping me busy, hence why I haven’t wrote anything in awhile.

Dance has been great already this semester. There are four guys and like maybe fifteen girls??? These people are talented too, the teacher kind of rushed us in the beginning (with like improvisation) which made me a tad nervous since these were brand new people (some probably never really danced before) but now I am loving it. It opened up people so quickly! I still don’t feel as close with them as I did with last semesters dance group by this time of the year, but maybe it’ll come. They seem like really sweet people overall, more serious than last years group but still sweet. At least I feel like I’m getting a tad better, not as much as I want to be but a tad 😃 I went to a dance performance last night (which ironically enough is actually where the dance class is going to have our premier show) and it was the same group I watched last semester if you remember reading that blog. The dancers were amazing but the dance itself not as much. It was honestly just tricks and props for an hour, I mean don’t get me wrong I love tricks (not so much props) but you have to use them at the proper time. If you don’t it just kind of gets boring. Sum it up… Cool tricks, not so much dance, but I will say the kinds of things they could do was actually a little inspiring and makes me want to work harder. So it’s good that I saw the performance at the beginning of this year so I actually still have time to train! I have a solo due in about a week and a half so let’s see what I can pull out of my sleeve after watching a show and feeling inspired 😉.

So it’s still a little strange having all these new people and still not really understanding Danish very well (I know a lot of that is my fault for not focusing more or using my resources as much but still). I am constantly sitting in places and not knowing what’s going on. I’ve said this to my friends and they almost always say “well Zane did you ask them to speak English, it’s your own fault.” And I always say no when asked. But honestly I have maybe two reasons why I say no. First off if it’s important enough I’m sure they would try to translate it and second, it’s their native language and it’s their country not mine so why would I try to force their second or third language onto them. I’m just still trying to get use to that its not 50/50 this year with the people here. Last semester there was pretty much as many internationals as there were Nordics. It can be a challenge sometimes but luckily I am still meeting all kinds of new people and constantly learning new things about people and places.

I can already tell this semester is going to be different and I’m so looking forward to it! 😁 I’ll try to write more blogs (magic word is try) and keep everyone updated so that you know that I’m still alive haha. Now I’m about to head to go train because one of my friends from last semester wants me to and said I need to haha (yup, like I said definitely different… 😉). Have a good day or night y’all!

New adventures, same place

Glædelig jul og godt nytår

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

Hey everyone, I hope you had an amazing Christmas and memorable New Years! It’s now to start my second semester here at Olleup. It really is crazy to think that it has already been 5 months since I first came to Denmark. Time really does fly when you’re learning so much AND having fun at the same time 😉. I am so sad that a lot of my friends from last semester aren’t coming back (except maybe for random visits) but I’m also excited to see what this semester will hold and the people I’ll meet.

This was day three of being at Olleup, a lot of the people who decided to stay from last semester came Saturday in order to say their hellos and hugs. This was so the new people didn’t feel even more nervous / uncomfortable because people knew one another and they may not have known anyone. Honestly though, I think these new people already know a lot of each other. So I’ve kind of felt how I did last semester where I’m just that strange, shy guy from Tennessee who doesn’t really know how to introduce himself nor will probably remember your name. And of course twice as much Danish is being spoken. I had dance today so that helped! I mean that’s really where I found my friends from last semester (which once again I miss y’all!) and started feeling more involved. Like I said though, I’m not sure what this semester is going to hold but looking forward to it either way.

The people seem really nice, though I don’t know how to really say hi to them yet haha. I also live across from the room I had last semester and a new roommate. I haven’t got to know him very well yet but I’m sure that will change over the semester. He’s pretty well known already to people I’ve told who he was and they’ve really only said good things, so that’s good. He seems nice thus far 🙂. This semester’s going to be so different!

While I’m writing anyways, I’ll kind of mention what I did over Christmas break. I spent Christmas and New Years this year in Denmark. I ate probably entirely way too much food (they have pretty much one meal but it lasts all day), played new games which won me some presents haha, sung around a Christmas tree, understood maybe 10% of the entire Christmas break (really need to learn Danish…), jumped into the new year (literally I jumped from a chair into the New Year, apparently it’s supposed to be good luck), and was lazy majority of the time. I was able to visit new places in Denmark which I’ll add to my Danish map I have. It’s so neat to see new places and do new things. I wouldn’t say it was the best Christmas I’ve ever had but I survived my first Danish Christmas either way 😄!

Back to the semester ahead. Yes I am nervous and yes I know it’s not going to be probably anywhere near how it was last semester (except maybe these songs we sing) but I’m going to try my best like I always do and see what happens. 🙂 Here’s to a new semester, new people, and new stories to tell about all the adventures. Good night or good morning everyone 😃