This weekend it became clear to me just how much we, and I think that everybody living in the modern world would agree with me on this, are dependant on technology. I learned this the hard way, because this weekend, my dad, Mr. Fix-it, tried to make our internet-connection wireless, and as a result he completely shut down our entire network - phone, internet and somehow he managed to disconnect our tv as well. My dad - the handyman.
It only took him a mere 4 hours to get us back online, but during those 4 hours I was completely isolated from the rest of the world, seeing as I'd forgotten my cell at a friends house as well. I litterally did not know what to do with myself. I couldn't get in touch with anybody, couldn't watch tv, check my school schedule for the next day or do any of the things I normally do when I'm home. That's when I realized how dependant I am on the wonders of technology to keep me entertained.
But it's not just for pure entertainment that we've become so addicted and dependant on technology.
My friend goes to Ørestad Gymnasium, which is a school of the future.
Everybody has their MacBooks with them to school everyday to write their notes on, the teachers tell them by mail wich homework and which assignments to do for the next day - assignments that are handed in by mail as well, and if the teacher doesn't feel like coming to work he just makes the lesson virtual - which means they do it by mail. They all operate under the same system, a system called "Fronter", and they've become so dependant on this system that if it were to break down, the entire school wouldn't know what to do.
This school is called the school of the future, which basically means that if our dependance on internet and other technologic marvels continue to grow in the speed is growing in now, this school will represent how the future of this country will look like. We will all be hooked up to something in one way or another, and should the progress in the invention of new tools and tricks to ease our everyday-life through technology and machines, continue, in this rapid speed, we are most likely to become completely dependant on machines in a few years time.

But right now, I’m just happy that when I get home I have a computer, tv and a phone just sitting there waiting for me.

Hi everybody,

About two weeks ago, on march 6th I went to Ireland with my class. More precisely, I went to Galway, Ireland. For those of you unfortunate enough not to know about this little piece of heaven on earth, the following pretty much sums up what Galway is about and what to do, when in Galway.

There is exactly one street in Galway, worth mentioning. On this street, which is about a quarter of the length of Strøget (in CPH), you have about 20 shops (and one very small underground mall) and about 150 pubs. Right now, I bet you’re sitting there, thinking: ”But how do they stay in business?” Fear not, dear reader. The incredible demand for beer and pubs in this city, will blow you away. It so weird though, because in the daytime there’s like no people at all in the streets, but then at night it is like the Saturday night of Roskilde Festival. It is absolutely amazing.
Right now, I’m writing an essay for my English class and it’s about alcohol and Ireland and why alcohol is so popular over there, and when you’ve been there and experienced Ireland first-handed the reason is clear: It’s the rain. It’s funny, because before you visit the island, you read all these guidebooks about Ireland and all they ever say is basically: “The landscape of Ireland is absolutely amazing, with it’s green valleys and mountains, beautiful plants and so on..” - And I bet it is really beautiful, but the end of this guidebook-sentence should be: “Too bad you won’t ever be able to see it because of the non-stop, constant rain.” It rains literally ALL the time. I’m amazed anyone’s ever been fortunate enough to actually experience this supposedly “beautiful country” when it’s impossible to see five feet in front of you, because of the rain. I really can’t imagine an Ireland without rain.

But in a way, the rain brought us closer together as a class, because every time it rained, we went to a pub and drank either Guinness or hot cocoa (depending on what time of the day), and there you go – the reason for why there is a need for so many pubs in Ireland is because of the constant rain and the Irish peoples need for a place to escape the rain in a cozy environment.

Anyway, I’m not really being fair to Ireland now, and I don’t want you all to think that my trip was horrid, because it really wasn’t. I had a fabulous time with my fabulous friends and lots of fabulous Guinness. It was great, and the truth is, despite of the rain, I miss it. The people, the pubs, the nightlife and everything else. It’s a great country and it’s really blossoming these days, in regards to new arising businesses, the tourism and new firms moving to Ireland. Speaking of which, Nikolaj, the floors in the office are getting quite worn down. So, how about it? Ireland? Well, think it over. Let me know. And for everybody else – go there as soon as you can. It’s fabulous.

This pretty much sums me on my trip to Ireland up.

I come from a very sarcastic family - my entire childhood is based on sarcasm. Now, I don't know why, I just know we are. My granddad is from Gibraltar, and he has this saying that he keeps repeating to us all – Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.
Despite all of this, I never saw myself as being a particularly sarcastic person. During the previous weekend I have been called sarcastic not once, not twice, but three whole times from 3 different people. Why is this? - I ask myself. The first stage I went through was denial. I am not a sarcastic person. I don't do sarcasm. Sarcasm isn't my thing.
But it got me thinking - why would they perceive me as being sarcastic? What did I say? And for the life of me, I couldn't recollect having said anything particularly sarcastic. I was just being myself. It occurred to me that in order to get to the bottom of this problem I couldn't rely on my own instincts and judgment, seeing as they would be too subjective in this matter. I needed somebody who could be somewhat objective and who truly knew me as well. So I turned to my very best friend Lærke, who's known me for as long as I can remember. When I asked her, her first response was to laugh. After she had cooled down a bit, she told me that, of course she thought I was a sarcastic person, but that was just who I was. After she said that, I couldn't deny it any longer. I had to settle with the fact that my middle name now is Sarcasmo (my mothers idea of a joke) and just deal with it. And now, that I'm aware of my sarcasm I've learned to live with it.

Hi, my name is Liva and I am sarcastic.

Hi!
So, this is my first time writing a real blog on Stagis and I'm very excited about it. I'm looking forward to this whole blooging experience, which is something I've never tried before, and I suspect I'll be posting more or less regularly on Stagisblog. However, you will all have to hold your breath for at least another week, because I'm leaving for Spain tomorrow. A flight I look forward to with great anxiety, seeing as I am flying alone for the first time. Anybody up for a weekend in Spain?