Aarhus is a terrible place. It’s full of young, fun-loving, open-minded people who are very helpful and kind. Also, they’re all good-looking. It makes me sick.
I’ve been living in this hellhole for 2 months now and the constant weekly routine of making new friends, partying and learning from enthusiastic and intelligent teachers in a world-class university with excellent facilities has just been the worst experience of my life.
Here are a few examples of the horrid things you might find yourself doing in this godforsaken city:
- Have an impromptu snow-fight on your way home from orientation week with some local kids walking home from school and experience the joys of childhood all over again. Disgusting.
- Get invited to a graduation celebration for a guy in your dorm on your second day in the city and develop such a strong bond with the guys that, even after one night, you know you’ve already made a bunch of friends for life. Vomit.
- Ride your bike through the centre of the city, see the new spring blooms all around; purple, pink, white flowers everywhere. Meet your mate at the Irish pub and take turns buying rounds of Guinness until the sun finally disappears behind the picturesque 18th century buildings. Make it stop.
- Learn about International trademark law from a teacher who is so enthusiastic and passionate that it makes you realise that you are also passionate about trademark law and you now want to pursue a career as a trademark attorney when you get back home. God this sucks.
Honestly, if you’re like me and you hate meeting new people, experiencing new and wonderful things, learning more about yourself and who you are, then don’t come to Aarhus. It’s full of good times, great people and endless opportunities for personal growth. It’s an absolute shit-hole.
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