So got the news back from the International Office and it looks like I probably wont be extending into the fall quarter. Most of you probably didn’t know I was attempting to, but I did. Basically ran out of time. Which brings me to my next point. While I was biking back to my apartment I started to think about something. So I won’t be staying in Denmark this fall. But it is not the end. By far this is the beginning. I could easily return to this country for grad school, or possibly apply for an internship some time in the future. I am young, and there is no reason I can’t still reach for the stars and possibly touch them.
Thinking about not getting the extension also made me think of something else, imagination. I became an engineer. I did not become an engineer cause I hope to make a lot of money. Nor hope to have a steady job. I could give less about that. I became an engineer because when I was a little kid I used to dream up the most creative things possible and would draw them. I would build them out of legos, tinker toys, and linking logs. I used to sit in the living room with my brother and we would create worlds of our own. Worlds with no rules, worlds with possibilities. I still do love engineering, but not getting this extension has made me realize one thing kinda. As you get older, people kill your imagination. Teachers kill your imagination. As I grew older I stopped designing the impossible and only started thinking of the probable. I started thinking of cost ratios, materials, and the reality of the consumer. Teachers would straight up tell us something like , “the combustible engine is a crude, dirty, and dangerous machine.” I frankly believe this. I believe it was the worst thing that could have happened to our planet. But as I try to imagine a world without it, I can’t. I can’t because frankly it’s a power source we study and we are told is essential. Well right about now I like to think about the improbable. I like to think about the idea that one day I will return to this/ or another country with opportunity. I also like to think that one day I will say to an engineer “ I think we should replace the combustible engine.” He will say “How?” and my response will be “I don’t know yet, but give me a week; my imagination needs some time to figure it out.”

Hey guys here are some photos from here you might like;


*Haha, thats at a train station in Malmo Sweden...only for smokers


* The world famous Nyhound. Its filled with cafes, a strip club, and a harbor where local Danes brag a 6 pack and relax at the harbor.