I think 'Nyt indlæg' is new post ... it must be because I just clicked it and wound up here.

So yeah, as you can tell from my photos, a lot has been going down and I figured it was time for a real blog where I actually told you stuff instead of making you guess from my fragmented captions.

I started school last Monday! It was fantastic. We had orientation week ie No Real Work, so that was cool. In fact, I think we fingerpainted, danced, made name cards for each other, and sang a Faroese song together with actions. We also got lots of Talks about ... no idea what. I couldn't understand and it was too boring to warrant translation.
My class is cool - see link to my class photo. If you want to look at my school's website, it's http://www.hoydalar.fo/ - there's a big photo of my school but it looks very tiny. The school is anything but tiny, it's massive.
Yeah so anyway my class are pretty great - they translate everything for me, they talk to me in English, they discuss music almost as well as any kiwi (they have different musics) and well, they're just good fun. Everyone plays an instrument. EVERYONE. Everyone sings, or nearly. Most people, anyway.
It's insane how musical this place is. One girl in my class, Kristina, is such a good cellist that she actually got to go and perform in an orchestra for this insanely good Danish violinist. She's also an incredible singer and pianist ... my hat goes off to her, she's just amazing. Somehow she manages to be nice as well ... yeah ... hat off. And everyone is like this - another girl, Karin, who is very cool and has ... pinkish reddish hair if you find her in my photo, she sings and plays piano and attended a music school in Denmark for a year on a scholarship. And then Mattias, he's played piano for 10 years (his mum teaches my host sister drama and her name is Hedwig - hahaha!). EVERYONE plays. It's so amazing .. and they have jam sessions and everything. It's so great. I think I am going to love it here!

But anyway, Real School started today. Or, kinda ... I'm not sure if such a thing exists in the Faroes! You see, our first class which was meant to last 95 mins, lasted 35 because our teacher, Brynjálvur (I can't pronounce it either) just didn't have anything to teach us. Weeeeird. So we sat around for an hour until our English teacher arrived - she was very nice and the class lasted the whole hour and a half but she kept stopping for breaks so I suspect we only did about an hour's work. It was nice to be understanding stuff, though!!
THEN we had art. Now, anyone who knows me knows that I am SHOCKING at art. I can't draw to save myself, and today, we had to draw EACH OTHER. I was drawn by a girl called Sunniva, who is depressingly good. I had to draw her too, and she wasn't recognisable ... it was awful ... then we had to write our names on them and put them on the ground in the classroom. Highly embarassing stuff, as one would imagine! Luckily, there were ones worse than mine.
But our teacher decided to finish up 35 mins early, so we got out of school at 12.55 today! I arrived home at 1PM and have been writing letters and attempting to blogify my photos ever since.
School here is Very Different. We get free broadband access and there are none of those annoying locks that Mahu puts on webpages. Mp3 players and phones are allowed in class - people actually answer their mobiles from time to time. There's no uniform. O, and nobody does the homework because all the textbooks are in Danish and they claim not to understand it, even though everyone speaks fluent Danish. Hey, at least my excuse will be true!
But yeah, if you get the idea, it's pretty cruisy. Or it has been so far. O, and we get an overseas trip, though I have a sneaking suspicion they tend to put them in the summer holidays and so I will be heading back to NZ while my class goes to Prague or something. But we can hope, can't we?!
O yes, and I went to Klaksvík on the weekend, to visit my host grandad. Who doesn't speak a WORD of English ... it was good though, because I HAD to speak Faroese.
But there was a festival ... Sailors' Day, and it was really cute. But we wound up back at the harbour at about 2AM somehow and there were a bunch of drunks trying to catch fish, which had been put in a barrel for little kids to look at. One guy was worryingly good at it - see photos!
O and they had a live band which were quite hicksville but there were loads of old people dancing which was hilarious. They were so drunk it was like bumper cars ... ah, good fun.

Anyway, I'm going to go and finish my letters and probably sleep. Hope you liked the photos!
Kelsy