Swedish Fish

I'm going to blame my three week break on "school," except I don't even know what that is anymore. The whole system here is completely different than in the States and is definitely not my favorite. My classes consist of lectures (no attendance taken) and a tutorial (meeting in small groups with a tutor) every once in awhile. Several of my classes are taught on different days, times, and by varying professors depending on the week. Also, the majority of my classes are based 100% on the final... aka, not one single thing is due or asked of us during the semester. Amazing, right? Except for the boulder of stress that I'll have to carry around knowing that my whole grade rests on one exam, which is most likely going to be a completely different design and format than I'm used to. Ey, who said I'm here for school! That's the attitude that's going to get me into law school.

First thing first: Sweden
Emily & I flew to Stockholm for the weekend because... why not? We saw a cheap ticket and before we knew it we were looking at a screen with a confirmation code. This means two things:
A. We didn't know that the airport was 90 minutes away from the city, therefore requiring another 20 euro spent on a bus there and back.
B. I didn't realize there would be S N O W on the ground. Emily made fun of me for the next... well, still to this day, about my immediate reaction looking outside the airplane window and exclaiming, "I didn't bring my snow gear!" Apparently wearing ski pants and ski goggles wasn't "appropriate" or "necessary." I blame San Diego.

 What is that, ICE? That stuff belongs in drinks during the summer, and only there.

 Pretty buildings, pretty, pretty city.

 If I've learned one thing this semester in class: Null hypothesis, they're not all white.

 2 Emilys

 There were really awesome looking boats everywhere.

 We went on a mini cruise through the Archipelagos and drove through ice, it was insane.

 One of the 14 islands of the city

 Ya know, just cruisin' through the Baltic Sea, no big.

They love their 7-elevens... one on practically every corner.

Another cool thing: We arrived really late to our hostel and were told we were the 4,000th customers, so we got upgraded to a 2 person room from a 14 person room. I'm still going to shout "I never win ANYthing" whenever the opportunity presents itself. I'm holding out for the golden ticket so I can get my picture taken with an oompa loompa and place it on the mantel.  

I really loved the city and had a great time exploring and even hanging out with 17 year olds who gave us a tour of the city and taught us a few Swedish words. But, it's definitely a place where you need to be 6 foot, blonde, beautiful, and rich, so Emily & I have now made a plan to return when we're 30, flirty, and fabulous with pockets full of cash.

St. Patty's & Scotland to come... dun, dun, dunnn.