These two subjects are connected to module 1, and both was really interesting. But both of them we had more lessons than one, so I waited to post them.

First I wanna speak about the Danish lessons, and I would like to add only one thing: I am really respect those people who learned to speak Danish! Even the Danish! I have tried to learn some more, but it is so difficult - and I am still trying. At least, trying.

I can give you some example - this are my lesson notes (another in Hungarian which language as difficult as Danish):

As I promised to you in this post I am gonna write more/show more pictures about the first week. This post will be about the Module 1, which contained in the first week: The Danish School system and comparative, Cultural dimension, and Danish.

About the first lesson. It was quite interesting, and I realized that my high school was really like the Danish system, so maybe I was the one who did not get new information, but get some new questions about my own past. And maybe I am the only one at the moment who really can feel, and can see, and can think about a similar system faults. About the education system this is one of my favourite topics: the alternative methods in Hungary. The final conclusion of this again: if you are basing in system in partnership you have to find those people (teachers) who can be really partners, and not just idealist wannabe-partners. Of course I know, that in Hungary it is really hard, mostly because of the communism. As Talmud says: If you are teaching your son, you are teaching your grandchildren too.
At least, we are trying to do something, and trying to evolve.

The cultural dimenson lesson was quite fun. We had a task to do something with hands about the stereotypes of Denmark. I let the pictures to speak.


And I will return to the Danish topic later - when I can pronunce at least one word correctly in Danish - damn, it is hard!

The first week went away so fast. I cant even believe that I am here, the opportunity to came here was almost a miracle: somebody cancelled it, and I could come. Somehow I can't even realise that I am not at home, and I am just wondering, listening to the others, observing them. Tyring to understand that they are really my Erasmus mates, and to become an Erasmus student is not a dream anymore for me, because I am here, and I live this dream. I am sure that it will take a little more time to get realized in my mind, that I am really here, and I am really not dreaming - and by that time I am sure that I will try to save every minute to my brain, because I can't let my dreams go.