Week 8: Harry Potter and frogs

"Life begins at the end of your comfort zone" - Neale Donald Walsch

It might be fair to assume that Neale Donald Walsch was a wise man, at least the above quote is spot on. There is a reason it's called a comfort zone.
I signed up for the trip to Glencoe and Glenfinnan two weeks ago, and I kept asking my friends if they had bought tickets to join up with me. They hadn't, and it occurred to me that I was actually going to go by myself. Now, arguably this is not that terrifying, but it felt like it was at the time.
Especially because I have run out of data on my phone, so there was no chance to spend too much time on Facebook and Instagram. However, instead of being scared I choose to the positive angle:
No excuse NOT to meet new people, and no distractions.
After my trip home, and regardless of how much Glasgow was just a quick-fix, I now have 6 weeks left here, and I have two choices. I can either wallow in how it didn't go as it should have and how I would rather be somewhere else, or I could start enjoying my time here and have fun. I decided to employ the latter tactic as I believe I have the power of change in my hands.

Week 6 + 7: What hurts the most

Another two weeks have passed, and as you can probably assume it has been two rather uneventful weeks as I have waited until I could compile them.
I had in another entry (link) promised myself to go explore Glasgow, and it didn't get to much exploring during the week of week 6. However, on Saturday that week I did go out with one of my flatmates, and Glasgow is definitely an interesting city to go clubbing in. We were walking around aimlessly, trying to find a place where we could sit down, get a drink and maybe talk. This seemed like an impossible quest, and we never succeeded. Instead we ended up in a nightclub, which was an interesting experience to put it in nice words.

                               

Week 4 + 5: The barber experience

I feel like I should probably make an update. I know I didn't get to update last week, but the past two weeks have been somewhat uneventful. I fell sick again after the trip to St. Andrews and Dundee and had to spend some days recovering from that.
Also, I did my first presentation for a class. I was rather nervous about that, but we did well regardless of nervousness.

This week I went to visit the GP's office (doctor) with Seher as she had fallen sick, and I also went to experience the real barber's experience. I went to Rebel Rebel near Central Station, and let me tell you, it is quite different from Denmark. In Denmark I would usually find 3 chairs in a hairdresser (called barber over here), but at Rebel Rebel there were many, many more. The lady cutting my hair told me they had had a DJ in the night before, and I almost fell out of my very comfortable chair. The music was already louder than I would ever expect it to be in a Danish barber shop, and the fact that they had DJ's coming in here was amazing.
The atmosphere was completely amazing as well, and I would definitely come back there another time if I need my hair cut another time while in Glasgow.

Today I have been working on an essay I need to hand in a week and half, and I have been working out. I'll try to explore a bit in the coming week.