Today I had my first anxiety-free experience in Copenhagen. Ever since my plane landed I was worried that my stay here would be filled with nothing but stress and poverty. Things looked a little better when I went out on the town to get a CPR number (Danish equivalent to a social security number) with a group of the international students I take my impossibly hard introductory Danish language course with.
All but one of us succeeded in getting our CPRs, which was a considerable surprise considering everyone's failure to get student IDs the previous day. I never expected something so complex to end up going right in such an infuriating bureaucracy.
After we registered with the Danish government, we went traipsing around town, looking at what there was to be looked at. We went to a coffee shop that had lattes so thick you'd swear you were going to choke on the cream. We also hit up a deceptively designed store that sold everything from toothpaste to head-massagers, to garden gnomes. The displays were laid out in a sort of labyrinth that forced all the customers to walk past all the stock in the store before reaching the one-way exit.
During the tour I thoroughly enjoyed being the only male in my group. Apparently 70 percent of Copenhagen University's undergrad population is female. It's looking like a great semester.
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