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It’s one of those days where everything works out perfectly. One of those days where it is awesome to be in Fargo. I get up at 10 and walks towards the dining center, a mediocre cafeteria which lives up to American standards by offering dishes with an average fat percentage of 50 and with cheese as the general topic for all the dishes.

The first great experience of the day happens as I enter the entrance of the dining center and read the sign saying: French toast for breakfast. Along the tables fat American people are gorging themselves on French toast filled with syrup and I join them in a celebration to the bizarre American eating habits. In the dining center another cultural difference appears. The Americans are dressed as a European soccer team on their way to an away game. Wearing sweat pants, sweat shirts, and jogging shoes the students are ready for a new day of school. But one woman has quite a different appearance than the others. At first she appears as a fit, mannish rock girl but as I take a closer look she turns out to be an overweight anarchist. By forcing the upper part of her body into a corset and taking on a heavy metal shirt the girl has succeeded in appearing different from all of her fellow countrymen. With the thought of her back in terrible pain and a narrow waist I walk towards the exit of the dining center.

The second sign that this is a very special day appears an hour later. After a class of Media Planning my thirst leads me to one of the many soda machines on campus. I’m in the mood for a sprite and to read the price of the product I push the button. In the very second I hear a rumbling sound and a can of sprite comes down the slope and stops at my feat. I look around but I’m all alone. Then I look towards the sky. Maybe the faith of the American has lead to the something good anyway. This is just one of those days where everything works out perfectly.

Jeppe Hedegaard