Janice's journey

This biography is made based on the diary of a young woman who lived in many years in Denmark before she went on a holiday at her birthmother’s county. Her values and morale is based on her upbringing in Denmark which some might consider offending. However in order to truly understand how she experienced her stay in the United States the cultural influences has to be considered a major contributor to her choices both before, under and after her stay.

Second the names of individual youth transport firms, wilderness programs and boarding schools are not mentioned. It is not a question about being for or against various companies offering emotional growth. It is strictly a story about how Janice as she has chosen to call herself experienced a number of incidents which left life changing marks on her adult life.

This biography is co-authored because Janice wanted to have her story published in both Danish and English.


19. John – a complicated relationship

I have to make a confession to you readers. People are prejudiced when comes to this kind of relationship. I didn’t want to be labeled for my choice of partner in advance. There are many myths. That's why I have not written about my partner of choice earlier in my story because you would probably think: "Cheap slut. She had the stage set for her. Her mother made the right choice sending her to hell." Most likely you would have stopped reading my story after the first two chapters.


See. John is not ethnic Dane. His family comes from an unspecified country in the Middle East. I would not describe his origins further because otherwise I would be remembered by the people who have lived in the social housing project.  It would be easy for people to guess who John really is and I would be in big trouble.


As I had written earlier I my father wasn’t trying to end my relationship with John. John and his buddies were back then and continue today not to be God's finest law-abiding persons but we have never been the hard core gang in the neighborhood. My father believed that the best way to get experience in life is to fall and get back on your feet occasionally. He didn’t set boundaries up and I have taken some blows in my face so to say and it had made me the person I am today. No regrets there.


I met John in school when I was 12 His family had moved from Jutland because his father had gotten a new job. We started to play truant together. Our relationship didn’t progress fast but we were still together so much that we slowly became a couple. John was my first partner. We had laid many plans together. For the most part ran they didn’t become reality but we still maintained a few. Perhaps we did things that we were not ready for, but who have not tried to do stupid things at that age? We didn’t care about the long-term consequences of our actions and it was fine with me. My image of my future included a simple apartment in the social housing project and to be together with John.


But a snake in paradise there was. John's family had other plans for his future. They did not like me. John was probably the man in the family when his father was often away at work. His mother seemed not to be a great authority figure in his life. The atmosphere was strained when I came to visit. I didn’t bother about their point of view because I thought that they probably would accept me over time.


We have had crises in our relationship. We had a major brawl just before my departure. A close relative arrived from Jutland visit them and his family wanted him to entertain her while she was in town. I felt that he neglected me due to this visit of his relative. It may very well be that I was sensitive but just because you have family visits it shouldn’t be necessary to spend the entire week with the guest.


Despite our crisis it was John that I could contact with back in Denmark. Luckily, he didn’t hesitate offering me help. Unfortunately, bad luck so far prevented me from getting back to Denmark.


Enough about John and me: I had to survive a stay at a boarding school out in a desert. I was in a situation where I apparently had been abandoned by both my parents. I was filled with worried thoughts as Angela drove me down to Hurricane to drop me off at the school.

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