Tomorrow is Death

Please read the title of this post. I am not lying. Tomorrow is the first day back to school after spring break, and i am dreading it. Spring break has been awesome though; this has probably been one of the best spring breaks ive ever had. Mostly this break has been so fun because my friends can finally drive, and that freedom is fantastic. Today I hung out with Grant (off to Japan), Jamie (off to Norway), and Mackenzie (off to Lithuania), and it was epic. We spent about an hour messing around in World Market, which i must say is the best store I have ever been in. If i could buy a store, it would be World Market. Anyways, we bought Italian pasta and sauce and then went back to grant's house and cooked it. It was soooo delicious. But sadly, after the tasty pasta, we went to the beach and I lost my new sunglasses in the ocean. Damn you Poseidon! OH! and we sang karaoke in Yogaberry. Good times... good times.

A few momento's of the day:

all the people I will miss

So, apperently, the post that i sent about missing my exchange friends more than my other friends was not well recieved. I didnt mean to say that I won't miss my other friends. I will miss them like crazy, and it is very unnerving to be away from the people that you have known for so long. Its going to be so hard to leave my friends for a year, and my biggest fear is that i will lose touch them, and when I come back we won't even really be friends at all. I try and make it seem like I won't freak out that much over leaving, but honestly I am young and i'm scared and i'm nervous, and my friends are like a giant security blanket that Im not allowed to take with me. Hopefully, when I get their, I'll make a new security blanket, but their is always the fear of that never happening, which is why the friends i have are so special to me. Please feast your eyes upon the beauty that is my cirle of venner.

3 months and 21 days

Hej, Mit navn er Morgan Milhollin. Jeg er 15 år gammel, og jeg vil slå 16 den 1. juni. Jeg nyder dans, svømning, læsning, og hænge ud med mine venner. Jeg vil leve i Faaborg, Danmark næste år, og jeg kunne ikke være mere ophidset. Jeg vil savne mine venner og familie så meget, men jeg ved, at det er det værd.

which means...

Hello, My name is Morgan Milhollin. I am 15 years old, and I will turn 16 on June 1. I enjoy dancing, swimming, reading, and hanging out with my friends. I will be living in Faaborg, Denmark next year, and I couldn't be more excited. I will miss my friends and family so much, but I know that it is worth it.

I just felt like teaching you a little Danish today. I'm sure you really appreciated it and that it has prompted you to learn Danish for yourself. Also, I wanted to show you a few photos of everything I'll experience, mostly because i am really bored.

spring break

Yesterday I went to the beach with Jamie, Peter, and Grant, and it was so much fun. I honestly think that I just might miss my exchange friends more than my other friends. There is a reason why these people were chosen for the program, and its because they are really awesome people. I have bonded so much with everyone, its gonna be difficult to leave. The good thing, however, is that we're all leaving. I really doubt that I will lose touch with any of them, because they are probably going to be the only people who understand what I'm going through. I always feel like when i talk to my other friends about leaving they just get bored and/or annoyed with me. The other outbounds completely understand, and they want to talk about it too. I've realized that leaving is going to be harder than I expected, because I have found fun in the place I live. Before this year, I thought that my town was the epitome of boring suburbia, but now that I've ventured away from st. johns I have started to actually experience fun. Its shocking. But i know for a fact that Denmark is much more exciting than Florida (by a mile). I would post some pictures of this epic day I had but Peter is currently under anesthesia getting his wisdom teeth pulled, and has yet to give anyone the photos.

just thinking...

So, I'm pretty bored, and I was just thinking about all the things that may or may not give me a heart attack while I'm abroad. Their are so many questions and thoughts bouncing around in my head, and how the hell will i know what to do when i get there?!

• Does the fork go in the right hand or left? Do they eat slow or inhale their food; what if I'm in a family that expects you to eat helping after helping and when i return I'm 20 pounds heavier.


• Can i go in the fridge without asking; are coffee makers the same?


• Do they have coffee makers?


• Are they like the Italians in which coffee making is a slow, delicate process which will leave me waiting around for an hour for a cup of coffee.


• What happens if I'm in a family with no children; will i rip my hair out from boredom?


• What if i lose all my friends while I'm gone from lack of face-time and when i return I'm all alone.


• What if i grow apart from my friends and when i return i don't want to see them anymore?


• Will they think i am crazy for making lists like this one?

So many things bouncing around in my head. I'm really trying not to fret about them, because all those questions usually get silenced by my excitement to leave. Tomorrow I'm going to the beach with other future exchangers. Its gonna be me, Jamie(who is also my one Follower- holla Jamie!), Mackenzie, and a few other people i think. I'm thinking its gonna be an epic day, because every time i hang out with exchange kids we have a rollicking good time. seriously. rollicking.

pictures of a past excitment-filled evening with other exchange dorks like me

Faaborg!

This morning, as i was google-earthing my future host city, i got the huge urge to post about it, and let everyone feel my joy. Soooo, my city is Faaborg, and i am in love with it. Jeg elsker Faaborg! Seriously, if anyone has google earth, you should check it out. Its so pretty, and small and charming and wonderful. The population is only 7,222; soon, however, it will be 7,223 :D

So, the picture right next to this paragraph is of an alley in Faaborg that I am determined to walk down, and take a picture in. In 4 months, i will post a picture of me in this exact alley. I dont know why i love this street so much, but I do, and It is my mission in life at the moment to get a photo of me in that alley.

4 more months

Here it is, my first post of (hopefully, unless i get distracted) many more to come. I'm sure that it mistifies you as to why i choose to uproot myself from my surroundings and live in a foreign country for a year. I understand where you're coming from, considering i can't speak a word of Danish, i've never moved out of florida, and i've never left the United States. Living in another country for a year is crazy, and I honestly believe myself to be insane enough to do it. I've never been more excited for anything in my life, and i've also never worked so hard for anything in my life. Anyone who is considering applying for the Rotary exchange program, just know that you will have to work. Its not like you just sign up on a piece of paper and you're in; oh no! they make you work for it. You have to prove to them that you really want to leave, and that you'll do a fantastic job as an ambassador for this country. Ergo, lots of work. But it is worth it, and these are the longest 4 months of my life. It seems like the seconds are going slower that usual, and that the days won't end. On August 1st i'll be on a plane to Denmark, but until then, i am stuck in this boring, hell-hole of a town breathlessly awaiting my departure. I have come to love Denmark. Everything that i've read has been incredibly positive, and all of the current outbounds rave about Denmark and how much they don't want to leave. I've even come to love my future city. It's very small, roughly the size and population of Cody, Wyoming. However, I think that it is the perfect size; also, just in case i get bored in that tiny town, the 2nd biggest city on Fyn is 30 minutes away. My town has everything in my mind; its on the Baltic Sea, so plenty of water activites, its small enough to walk everywhere, and it is outrageously charming. I swear, it's even cuter then downtown St. Augustine. I am sometimes afraid that I am expecting too much from Denmark; that I am expecting it to be perfect. So in these blogs, i have decided to post at least one bad thing about Denmark, to try and help with my expectation level.
Danish schools give much more homework than American schools.
There. Now i feel better.
Today is the first day of spring break. The sweet, week-long release from the captivity of high school. For a week i no longer have to hear Mrs. Kindell yell at me about tardy's en francais, make a mad dash for the cafeteria in order to have time to eat, or listen to Mr. Hanson being, well, Mr. Hanson. Apperently in Denmark, students have very close relationships with thier teachers. That is going to be an adjustment. I feel like this post is very short, but when i post it it will probably be extremely long and i will feel like a douchebag for posting such a long blog. Tak for din tid!