So yes, I officially made it. USA, the land of the free. Quick summation, I flew from Copenhagen to Iceland to New York. Met some really nice Swedish and Danish girls on the flight that are now my true companions. Came very late at night to the school located in Staten Island. Did extremely boring lectures with a really funny old woman who's name was Joan. I freaking love Joan, when it all was over she gave me a hug and wished me well. Yesterday, we had a lecture with an old man that was from the police force. Scratch that, he had retired from the force because of a knee injury. He showed us the scar and everything. Typical American sob story. Now he was going around the country doing lectures in front of kids from all around the world with his police badge around his neck in a silver chain and a gun strapped to his belt. I mean, okay, creepy, but you can get over it. But wait a minute, he then proceeded with telling everyone how the police here is not corrupt and he made everyone from a country where the police is corrupt raise their hand. Then he told us to always trust the police and it sounded more like we were being threatened than reassured. I did not like him. At all. He tried on several occasions to be funny, however it mostly just ended in awkward silences and people laughing at him rather than with him. Oh well, after that we had a guy come and tell us about traffic rules. And damn, he was funny. He made everyone laugh like crazy and he had this really nice New York accent.
So today, Thursday, one day before I meet my host family. I am so nervous. This morning I woke up sweating and with a headache, shortly after I was really close to fainting. It was horrible, I have never felt worse. Texted my mom about the whole ordeal and then went to class, where I am not allowed to use my phone. 20 minutes into class someone came in, asked for me and wanted a word. Sure. The woman told me about how my mom had called them really worried about me, obviously. I cried a bit to the woman because of the headache and how scared I had gotten. I mean, this does not happen to me. Anyways, now everyone is in New York and I'm lying on my bunkbed watching a movie with a headache and a bottle of water. Life is amaze. Adios.
The people I've been in the same class as for two days. One of the guys is really fucking attractive and I have been focusing more on him than on how to take care of infants.