On the 5th of february Kriszti and me had a practice visit Favrfritten (back to the Danish lesson topic - try to pronunce this!), which is a kind of after school.
I was very happy about this, because on this week we had to get up very early in the mornings (for me), and I still did not sleep enough after the arriving, and after school meanted that we can sleep in the morning, and finally have a little relaxation (little hygge, how the Danish people saying).

So in the afternoon we went to the after school.

I was amazed in one way and in the other hand frightened too of the freedom what children have. They can go out alone to the garden, they can choose from several different activity types even from playing on playstation (but only for limited minutes in a day).

The second thing which I was amazed that is enviroment/equipment. Oh, my God! If I can say that. That is one thing, that the building is really homelike, nicely decorated, and new... but! They have their own kitchen (and they are not cooking for the children, because they have lunch boxes - tipicall Danish - they are only cooking once in a week together) , working room, biliard table, playstations, and several playgrounds (outside and inside too) - for example they have a huge room only for dancing! Or another example they can do things with their hands, and they have money for buy things - this is really different from Hungary!

The third thing which was suprising for me is the number of the teachers: they are about 10 for 83 children. Thats a lot! In Hungary they would be about 5 person.
They are playing with the children, they are often changing places between different activities, and they are very nice, and helpful. And there are boys too, even if they are learning in university! (I wonder, maybe every Danish guy called Lars?)

The children were really open and nice, it is a shame that we couldn't speak with them really, but at least, we tried - and they tried too! But in the end we played a lot with them, and I even recieved a drawing from a little danish - vietnami boy. He was cute, and the drawing was really nice. I'll keep it, and place to my room's wall, this will be the first picture on my wall. :)

Unfortunately I did not do a lot of picture there, because in Denmark without the parents permission you can't do pictures of the children. Weird for me. But I did some, I hope you will like them (so it is mostly about the equipment)!

Before we left we had a little discussion about the financial of the after school (payed by the parents, sometimes by government too), and the social background of the families, because we saw there children with special needs and different culture's children too. It was interesting, and I have to say that they are dealing with these problems much better than the Hungarians, but they are much closed to talk about this, than the Hungarians.

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.