Sunday, September 23, 2012
September 10, 2012
Woke up after a little too brief of a visit with my good friend sleep. It's so great to always have activities to do, but sometimes you forget that a long visit with sleep is never regretted. Last night was "Cafe´ Chameleon" - a Sunday night special where everyone sits in the main building's stua, or living room, and you can buy coffee and cakes. Last night they sold Norwegian waffles with syltetøy (jam) and some kind of brownie with ice cream. The cafe is called "Chameleon" because one of the walls is decorated with 4 "pop art" chameleon pictures, which I assume are the works of a former student. But the name is pretty fitting to the decor regardless of the paintings, as the room is full of brightly colored furniture and pillows. Open mic started off with Pontus, a boy from the music major, who rapped in Norwegian. It was pretty impressive - rap is more fun to listen to when you don't understand the lyrics and you just focus on the rhythm. I like French rap (the little I've heard). Norwegian rap was new to me, and I liked the song-bird-like variating rhythm. There were a couple singers, piano players, and the norm, but the highlight was Christer and Jørgen singing the "You better shape up..." song from Grease. Jørgen played Sally, and sang a lot of high-pitched, overly-feminine "ooh, ooh, ooh's," while rockin' a black, ringlet, stomach length wig. Stunning. The clash was even better if you can picture the mental image of Jørgen - ginger headed, fair-freckled, and lanky as a stick. I look forward to the next open mic where Ingvild and I will play "by your side" by the everybodyfields.
After Open Mic's short, but sweet line up, I talked with friends, watched my roommate and a handful of other people do gymnastics in the stua, and played a game of pool (where I thoroughly got whipped). I learned another Norwegian game where you try to do various tasks within a specified time limit. Jørgen and Pontus had to drink an entire glass of water upside down, Christian had to deliver a "thank you for the meal" speech for a full 30 seconds, and I had to describe the game of fotball (soccer) without using the words "ball" or "play" in a 30-second time frame. Overall it was an eventful evening, therefore you can probably understand that it made for a slightly groggy morning...
But nonetheless a good morning! Started off with a guitar lesson, where I rocked my pencil capo, and played me some Neil Young "Won't Back Down." But I really do need to go to Larvik and get a capo, the pencil one is pretty rad, but not entirely functional. Get's to buzzin' a bit.
Played basketball after cleaning the dorms. I've played the last couple days now, and I think the rust is starting to wear off. The first day I played (Thurs) was really funny. A whole group of us played 6 on 6 or 7 on 7, and it was definitely Norwegian-handball-smack-the-shit-outta-everyone-and-travel-three-steps-every-possession status. Full contact body checks and the whole cat's caboodle. More like feral cat's feudal... Super fun though. After shooting around, I went to dinner and then to my friluftsliv class where we went on another sea kayaking trip. We learned a better technique to paddle (using rotation and abdominal muscles) as well as side-ways and backwards strokes. At the end we finished by learning how to save a partner in the case that they flip, which includes dumping out all the water from their kayak while in your own kayak. We also practiced kayaking with someone "riding double" and that was quite a bit more tricky than it looked out to be. Calibrating two independent centers of gravity is a challenge, but a fun one. My teacher thought it was funny when I said, "Do we win if we stay on 8 seconds?" Hey, gotta let my inner Wallowa County girl shine!
I walked barefooted to Rimi, and while I walked I thought to myself how nice it was to live in a small town where I can feel totally safe walking at night. You can't help but feel safe when you have the Politihøyskole (Police School) hugging the side of the road on the way downtown. When I reached the store, I bought some trail mix, drinkable yogurt, and a little candy (Norwegian candy is heavenly). After emptying out all the change in my wallet, I fell 2 kroner short, so the super kind girl behind the cash register sponsored my candy enjoyment. After going to the store, I visited Mormor and Morfar and all their neighbors after they had just finished a krabbefest (crab party) with all the 20+ crabs Mormor and Morfar caught in their trap. No crab for me today, but I think there's one waiting patiently for me in the fridge. At least someone's (something's) waiting patiently.
It was really nice to talk with the neighbors and practice my Norwegian conversational skills. I thought I was going to crash and burn Nascar status when one of them asked me, "Why do you want Obama to win the election?" Luckily, they allowed me to answer in English. Phew.
Ironically, my previous thoughts of how safe it was in Stavern received a dispute when I was not allowed by Mormor to walk back to school. Alf, a kind ol' fella with a white beard which he waxes and twists into two complete circles at the bottom, kindly chauffer-ed me with Mormor. What friendly neighbors they have! Guri (another neighbor and a member in the "Risøya Swimming Club") told me I should skip class in the morning to swim with her and Mormor. Tempting... but I think (and hope!) we are going to start oil painting tomorrow.
After Open Mic's short, but sweet line up, I talked with friends, watched my roommate and a handful of other people do gymnastics in the stua, and played a game of pool (where I thoroughly got whipped). I learned another Norwegian game where you try to do various tasks within a specified time limit. Jørgen and Pontus had to drink an entire glass of water upside down, Christian had to deliver a "thank you for the meal" speech for a full 30 seconds, and I had to describe the game of fotball (soccer) without using the words "ball" or "play" in a 30-second time frame. Overall it was an eventful evening, therefore you can probably understand that it made for a slightly groggy morning...
But nonetheless a good morning! Started off with a guitar lesson, where I rocked my pencil capo, and played me some Neil Young "Won't Back Down." But I really do need to go to Larvik and get a capo, the pencil one is pretty rad, but not entirely functional. Get's to buzzin' a bit.
Played basketball after cleaning the dorms. I've played the last couple days now, and I think the rust is starting to wear off. The first day I played (Thurs) was really funny. A whole group of us played 6 on 6 or 7 on 7, and it was definitely Norwegian-handball-smack-the-shit-outta-everyone-and-travel-three-steps-every-possession status. Full contact body checks and the whole cat's caboodle. More like feral cat's feudal... Super fun though. After shooting around, I went to dinner and then to my friluftsliv class where we went on another sea kayaking trip. We learned a better technique to paddle (using rotation and abdominal muscles) as well as side-ways and backwards strokes. At the end we finished by learning how to save a partner in the case that they flip, which includes dumping out all the water from their kayak while in your own kayak. We also practiced kayaking with someone "riding double" and that was quite a bit more tricky than it looked out to be. Calibrating two independent centers of gravity is a challenge, but a fun one. My teacher thought it was funny when I said, "Do we win if we stay on 8 seconds?" Hey, gotta let my inner Wallowa County girl shine!
I walked barefooted to Rimi, and while I walked I thought to myself how nice it was to live in a small town where I can feel totally safe walking at night. You can't help but feel safe when you have the Politihøyskole (Police School) hugging the side of the road on the way downtown. When I reached the store, I bought some trail mix, drinkable yogurt, and a little candy (Norwegian candy is heavenly). After emptying out all the change in my wallet, I fell 2 kroner short, so the super kind girl behind the cash register sponsored my candy enjoyment. After going to the store, I visited Mormor and Morfar and all their neighbors after they had just finished a krabbefest (crab party) with all the 20+ crabs Mormor and Morfar caught in their trap. No crab for me today, but I think there's one waiting patiently for me in the fridge. At least someone's (something's) waiting patiently.
It was really nice to talk with the neighbors and practice my Norwegian conversational skills. I thought I was going to crash and burn Nascar status when one of them asked me, "Why do you want Obama to win the election?" Luckily, they allowed me to answer in English. Phew.
Ironically, my previous thoughts of how safe it was in Stavern received a dispute when I was not allowed by Mormor to walk back to school. Alf, a kind ol' fella with a white beard which he waxes and twists into two complete circles at the bottom, kindly chauffer-ed me with Mormor. What friendly neighbors they have! Guri (another neighbor and a member in the "Risøya Swimming Club") told me I should skip class in the morning to swim with her and Mormor. Tempting... but I think (and hope!) we are going to start oil painting tomorrow.
Sunday, September 9, 2012
September 3, 2012
Definitely had a "helt konge" day today.
Learned 4 guitar chords, and earned my first sore fingertips - the beginning of beautiful blossoming callouses! Cleaned our dorm like a boss, learned to sea kayak (very important to remember your "Holy Crap" strap), ate delicious legume and tuna salad for lunch and kveldsmat (damn you bread!), and trained twice today, including weight lifting with two fellas in the humbly small weight room in the gymsal.
I thoroughly humiliated myself when I walked to the bar, set on 2-10 kilo weights and 2-5 kilo weights *on top of the already 20 kilo bar* and attempted to bench press the 110 lb. bar. My max when I was actually weight lifting for a short time this spring with my best bud Kyle Roepke was 80 or so pounds. As you can imagine, my non-warmed up arms were little assistance to prevent the chest smashage that was soon to occur. Not that my warmed up arms would have been any better, but nonetheless, Pontus came to my rescue. I gladly took his assistance with a red face and a slice of humble pie - a la mode with metric system incompetency.
But overall, the session was a good time - even earned a well-appreciated complement: "Wow, you are strong." That made up for the rib trappage incident in my mind. The funniest thing is that Jørgen is running around telling everyone in the school that I lifted 60 kilos no problem. Haha! I just hope no one wants to witness me bench press ever again. I'll have to go in secret now and lift my 30 kilos [;
To top of this kick ass, eat bear, helt konge day, my roommate Ingvild and I definitely broke the awkward roommate silence barrier. We took ridiculous pictures to display on our door and schemed up plans (damn good plans at that!) to play our random instruments at an open mic session: ukelele, piano, guitar, violin, an African vibration instrument whose name has escaped me, penny whistle, and best of all, the nose flutes we both took out serendipitously - as if it was a sign from the heavens that we should be roommates. I think both of us thought the other would be wowed by how strange and random it was that we had a nose flute. But just as we were each about to say something along the lines of, "I know this is really weird, but I also brought a nose flute...," we realized the coincidence before us. Damn, we're going to have quite the yard sale band. Jeg gleder meg!
Learned 4 guitar chords, and earned my first sore fingertips - the beginning of beautiful blossoming callouses! Cleaned our dorm like a boss, learned to sea kayak (very important to remember your "Holy Crap" strap), ate delicious legume and tuna salad for lunch and kveldsmat (damn you bread!), and trained twice today, including weight lifting with two fellas in the humbly small weight room in the gymsal.
I thoroughly humiliated myself when I walked to the bar, set on 2-10 kilo weights and 2-5 kilo weights *on top of the already 20 kilo bar* and attempted to bench press the 110 lb. bar. My max when I was actually weight lifting for a short time this spring with my best bud Kyle Roepke was 80 or so pounds. As you can imagine, my non-warmed up arms were little assistance to prevent the chest smashage that was soon to occur. Not that my warmed up arms would have been any better, but nonetheless, Pontus came to my rescue. I gladly took his assistance with a red face and a slice of humble pie - a la mode with metric system incompetency.
But overall, the session was a good time - even earned a well-appreciated complement: "Wow, you are strong." That made up for the rib trappage incident in my mind. The funniest thing is that Jørgen is running around telling everyone in the school that I lifted 60 kilos no problem. Haha! I just hope no one wants to witness me bench press ever again. I'll have to go in secret now and lift my 30 kilos [;
To top of this kick ass, eat bear, helt konge day, my roommate Ingvild and I definitely broke the awkward roommate silence barrier. We took ridiculous pictures to display on our door and schemed up plans (damn good plans at that!) to play our random instruments at an open mic session: ukelele, piano, guitar, violin, an African vibration instrument whose name has escaped me, penny whistle, and best of all, the nose flutes we both took out serendipitously - as if it was a sign from the heavens that we should be roommates. I think both of us thought the other would be wowed by how strange and random it was that we had a nose flute. But just as we were each about to say something along the lines of, "I know this is really weird, but I also brought a nose flute...," we realized the coincidence before us. Damn, we're going to have quite the yard sale band. Jeg gleder meg!
September 1, 2012
Kanin, kanin.
(Rabbit, rabbit on the first day of the month for good luck!)
Great day on the island Citadellet. Took a ship called "Molly" out to the island after a tour of Minehallen - a tomb/memorial for all those lost at sea. Such a spectacular day - the weather God's treated us today, that's for certain. Visited with Anne, one of the Stipendiat, or student teachers. She is from Porsgrunn, the place where my mom grew up for those of you who don't know. We talked about future plans, folkehøyskole experiences, yada yada. She's a really special person. I look forward to the rest of the year with her in my art classes. We ate lunch on the grass overlooking the ocean, Stavern, and Rakke.
I started off the day a little low, partly the homesick blues. As the day progressed, my smile grew and grew, and the sun replaced my gloom. I think part of it is that we were always together doing some kind of activity or another, and don't really have any time to vent by ourselves. But maybe that's for the best.
I had a blast the rest of the day with the Citadellet Olympic games: potato on spoon relay (and other various relays), water balloon toss, water balloon volleyball with a sheet, diving contest, water bucket carrying contest, and more. KID (Kunst, interiør & design) actually won the contest, which was not entirely expected, seeing as we competed against the kickboxing, H20, and sport teams. Everyone was in high spirits and definitely played well as a team. After the games, Frida and I swam out to a big rock in the bay, and then out to another dock. God I love that girl. She is an angel if I've ever known one. So positive, kind, inclusive, grateful, interested, selfless. Makes me feel special every time I'm around her.
We swam back and tried our best to avoid any of the jellyfish that lurked under the surface. Poor Frida has no voice, so we used quite a bit of sign language. Went back to the dock and decided to grab some ice cream with Frida. Vanilla soft ice cream - the best damn ice cream in the revolving planet. It completely "hit the spot" after swimming and "olympic-ing." Learned that Norwegians say, "[something] was the top of the cake" when describing something that "hit the spot."
Frida and I walked back to the school, and enjoyed coffee with Daniel (the H20 teacher) and some other students. I brought my newly bought milk down to offer the coffee drinkers, and in a matter of 3 minutes it was licked dry. But all for the best [: Went over to Mormor and Morfar's house with an incredibly cumbersome, and awkwardly heavy Ikea bag full of laundry and other odds and ends. Niklas, Christine, Jonathan, and Sigurd are over to visit for the weekend so I got to see them for the first time in two years today. Seeing my cousins and talking with Niklas and Christine over a delicious meal of mussels and crab made for a pretty prime evening.
I went back to Fredtun, only to continue my fabulous day by watching the dorm presentations. Such as spur in the ass. And by that, I mean a 'laughed-so-hard-I-had-to-crouch-down-so-I-didn't-pee-on-my-Wrangler's' kind of "spur in the ass." Hilariously clever songs, games, dances, limbo, etc. Everyone is so skilled, creative, and outgoing here, it's refreshing. I hope I can provide the same inspiration to my fellow Fredtun go'ers, because I definitely feel lucky to be a part of this diverse, talented group of individuals.
(Rabbit, rabbit on the first day of the month for good luck!)
Great day on the island Citadellet. Took a ship called "Molly" out to the island after a tour of Minehallen - a tomb/memorial for all those lost at sea. Such a spectacular day - the weather God's treated us today, that's for certain. Visited with Anne, one of the Stipendiat, or student teachers. She is from Porsgrunn, the place where my mom grew up for those of you who don't know. We talked about future plans, folkehøyskole experiences, yada yada. She's a really special person. I look forward to the rest of the year with her in my art classes. We ate lunch on the grass overlooking the ocean, Stavern, and Rakke.
I started off the day a little low, partly the homesick blues. As the day progressed, my smile grew and grew, and the sun replaced my gloom. I think part of it is that we were always together doing some kind of activity or another, and don't really have any time to vent by ourselves. But maybe that's for the best.
I had a blast the rest of the day with the Citadellet Olympic games: potato on spoon relay (and other various relays), water balloon toss, water balloon volleyball with a sheet, diving contest, water bucket carrying contest, and more. KID (Kunst, interiør & design) actually won the contest, which was not entirely expected, seeing as we competed against the kickboxing, H20, and sport teams. Everyone was in high spirits and definitely played well as a team. After the games, Frida and I swam out to a big rock in the bay, and then out to another dock. God I love that girl. She is an angel if I've ever known one. So positive, kind, inclusive, grateful, interested, selfless. Makes me feel special every time I'm around her.
We swam back and tried our best to avoid any of the jellyfish that lurked under the surface. Poor Frida has no voice, so we used quite a bit of sign language. Went back to the dock and decided to grab some ice cream with Frida. Vanilla soft ice cream - the best damn ice cream in the revolving planet. It completely "hit the spot" after swimming and "olympic-ing." Learned that Norwegians say, "[something] was the top of the cake" when describing something that "hit the spot."
Frida and I walked back to the school, and enjoyed coffee with Daniel (the H20 teacher) and some other students. I brought my newly bought milk down to offer the coffee drinkers, and in a matter of 3 minutes it was licked dry. But all for the best [: Went over to Mormor and Morfar's house with an incredibly cumbersome, and awkwardly heavy Ikea bag full of laundry and other odds and ends. Niklas, Christine, Jonathan, and Sigurd are over to visit for the weekend so I got to see them for the first time in two years today. Seeing my cousins and talking with Niklas and Christine over a delicious meal of mussels and crab made for a pretty prime evening.
I went back to Fredtun, only to continue my fabulous day by watching the dorm presentations. Such as spur in the ass. And by that, I mean a 'laughed-so-hard-I-had-to-crouch-down-so-I-didn't-pee-on-my-Wrangler's' kind of "spur in the ass." Hilariously clever songs, games, dances, limbo, etc. Everyone is so skilled, creative, and outgoing here, it's refreshing. I hope I can provide the same inspiration to my fellow Fredtun go'ers, because I definitely feel lucky to be a part of this diverse, talented group of individuals.
August 30, 2012
Goal: use the phrase "helt konge" (totally king) at least once a month. Slang, you never cease to amuse me.
Homesickness. Received a package from Mamma with a letter, scarf that Farmor gave me, and BeeCrowBee soap. Love my family.
Funny instance: wrote a text to my mom explaining how tired I am of carbs - that we had "bread for breakfast, lasagne for lunsj*, spaghetti for dinner, bread for kveldsmat, and cake for dessert. I didn't even notice until I read the text that I wrote "lunsj" instead of "lunch." Integration, I am one step closer to you!
Homesickness. Received a package from Mamma with a letter, scarf that Farmor gave me, and BeeCrowBee soap. Love my family.
Funny instance: wrote a text to my mom explaining how tired I am of carbs - that we had "bread for breakfast, lasagne for lunsj*, spaghetti for dinner, bread for kveldsmat, and cake for dessert. I didn't even notice until I read the text that I wrote "lunsj" instead of "lunch." Integration, I am one step closer to you!
August 27, 2012
Finally figured out that "ganske" means "pretty" or "quite," as in "pretty cool" or "quite tired."
August 26, 2012
Woke up and took a shower, but had no towel so I used my pajamas to dry myself. I thought I looked dashing walking through the hallway with my wet hair wrapped in a tee-shirt.
After breakfast, everyone walked to the Stavern Free Church and listened/took part in the sermon and song singing. Lots of modern sounding songs with electric guitars and upbeat tempos. It was a little difficult for me to understand the language and dialects, but still nice to partake in a community gathering. Mormor and Morfar came and we stayed for coffee hour with the rest of the church regulars. We drove back to Fredtun and I was happy to see that three towels accompanied me in the back seat.
After church, I played a lot of sand volleyball with the other students. After middag, we played more volleyball. Then, the student teachers told everyone to get together for some organized games. Guess what we played? Volleyball. My group also played ultimate frisbee, which started out really fun, but we had to stop when it started raining buckets. It was almost more fun with rain! Aren't we Norwegian for Pete's sake?! So we went in and drew on different colored-circles to identify to all the students if we are single (indicated by a green circle), single but not interested in changing (yellow), and "occupied," or currently in a relationship (red).
When we were finished, I went for a quick jog to Rakke, following the Kystien and came back to find Walker and Frida about to depart on a bike ride. Walker is another "exchange student" originally from the U.S., but has studied at an International School in Stavanger for three years. Frida is from Northern Norway, wears really awesome oversized glasses, and is just about the nicest girl you'll ever meet. I joined them and played "tour guide" as we biked through Stavern. But I was a pretty horrific tour guide, taking them on my spontaneous "alternate routes" where we would need to walk our bike over steep, rocky, slippery trails. For those of you who have experienced my fantastic navigation skills, you can attest that this occurrence must have been an anomaly [; But it was fun despite the bike dismounts! We met Mormor when we biked through the square and she biked with us for a little bit. Frida, Walker and I decided to swim out to a dock in our biking clothes which was awesome. God do I love spontaneity. But you guys already know that.
When we got back from out bike ride, guess what we did? You betchya, played more volleyball! After kveldsmat (supper), we played more volleyball and then until it was time for cake and coffee. Norwegians are surprisingly good at volleyball. It's so fun to be so active all the time. After talking a bit with Frida and Walker, I went to Mormor and Morfar's house to call Mamma. Always nice to hear her beautiful voice! Biked back with tea and honey in my bag. Yay!
Tomorrow, I need to speak more Norwegian. It's a bit of a crutch to have another English speaker here at school. And now that everyone knows that we are "exchange students," they start to automatically speak English (they are always excited at a chance to practice!) But Ingvild, my roommate, only speaks Norwegian to me which is absolutely fantastic. I hope it won't be long before it will be second nature to speak Norwegian. The wheels are turning!
After breakfast, everyone walked to the Stavern Free Church and listened/took part in the sermon and song singing. Lots of modern sounding songs with electric guitars and upbeat tempos. It was a little difficult for me to understand the language and dialects, but still nice to partake in a community gathering. Mormor and Morfar came and we stayed for coffee hour with the rest of the church regulars. We drove back to Fredtun and I was happy to see that three towels accompanied me in the back seat.
After church, I played a lot of sand volleyball with the other students. After middag, we played more volleyball. Then, the student teachers told everyone to get together for some organized games. Guess what we played? Volleyball. My group also played ultimate frisbee, which started out really fun, but we had to stop when it started raining buckets. It was almost more fun with rain! Aren't we Norwegian for Pete's sake?! So we went in and drew on different colored-circles to identify to all the students if we are single (indicated by a green circle), single but not interested in changing (yellow), and "occupied," or currently in a relationship (red).
When we were finished, I went for a quick jog to Rakke, following the Kystien and came back to find Walker and Frida about to depart on a bike ride. Walker is another "exchange student" originally from the U.S., but has studied at an International School in Stavanger for three years. Frida is from Northern Norway, wears really awesome oversized glasses, and is just about the nicest girl you'll ever meet. I joined them and played "tour guide" as we biked through Stavern. But I was a pretty horrific tour guide, taking them on my spontaneous "alternate routes" where we would need to walk our bike over steep, rocky, slippery trails. For those of you who have experienced my fantastic navigation skills, you can attest that this occurrence must have been an anomaly [; But it was fun despite the bike dismounts! We met Mormor when we biked through the square and she biked with us for a little bit. Frida, Walker and I decided to swim out to a dock in our biking clothes which was awesome. God do I love spontaneity. But you guys already know that.
When we got back from out bike ride, guess what we did? You betchya, played more volleyball! After kveldsmat (supper), we played more volleyball and then until it was time for cake and coffee. Norwegians are surprisingly good at volleyball. It's so fun to be so active all the time. After talking a bit with Frida and Walker, I went to Mormor and Morfar's house to call Mamma. Always nice to hear her beautiful voice! Biked back with tea and honey in my bag. Yay!
Tomorrow, I need to speak more Norwegian. It's a bit of a crutch to have another English speaker here at school. And now that everyone knows that we are "exchange students," they start to automatically speak English (they are always excited at a chance to practice!) But Ingvild, my roommate, only speaks Norwegian to me which is absolutely fantastic. I hope it won't be long before it will be second nature to speak Norwegian. The wheels are turning!
August 25, 2012
First day of school.
Woke up to - yet again - a truly great Norsk frokost (breakfast). I have been here for a little less than a week now. My days consisted of sleeping in, eating breakfast with Mormor & Morfar, frequent swims in the sea with Mormor, and bikes/runs on the coast trail. But back to the breakfast... God do they know how to eat here. Eggs, brødskive (bread slices), kaviar, prim, Morfar's syltetøy (homemade strawberry jam), cucumber, cheese, liver postei, salami, the list goes on! Oh, and tea. I drink tea with almost every meal and I guess that's pretty weird here. Lamb stew and tea? You betchya.
While talking with Mormor today, I found out that Norwegians do not have the saying, "Knock on wood." I had to explain that one. But if Norwegians aren't superstitious, that's fine and dandy with me. Superstition is stupid.
Anywhooooo - I finished up packing and my kjempe snill (very nice) Morfar helped me take everything up to the school at 10 a.m. I biked up the Helgeroveien road to Stavern Folkehøyskole - Fredtun (which takes all but a whopping 5 minutes!). My new home for the next nine months! Sweat beaded on my forehead - probably a combination of excitement, angst, hot weather, biking in tight jeans, and just finished an Olaf mug full of steaming tea from the Earl Grey himself. When I got to Fredtun, there were cars and new faces hustling and bustling around with Ikea bags, backpacks, suitcases, ski bags, the whole works. I settled myself into my room - pretty big with lots of nooks and crannies for all my loot. Definitely exceeded my expectations! I blame the University of Oregon dorm tour for that one...
I chucked all my stuff on my new bed, which is long but really narrow. After talking with my mother, I guess that's pretty standard in Norway. My bed is in the back of the room, next to a window looking out to the ocean and the road in front of Fredtun. After settling in a bit, I made my way back to the reception room, and met some very nice girls there who asked if I wanted to play 'Ligretto.' I gladly joined, and was delighted at the openness of these girls who I'm sure will become very good friends.
We ate lunch, which here is actually dinner, or "middag." I can't bring myself to call a meal at 1 p.m. dinner, but it's a meal and a fine one, so I ain't complainin'! Accompanied by cakes, coffee, and ice cream! Mormor and Morfar left after the meal, but it is so nice to know they are just 5 minutes away. Quite a drastic change from the 24 hour drive/flight combination to see them when I lived in Wallowa County.
The rest of the day consisted of: a pretty intense, but purely fun game of ultimate frisbee; meeting lots of really fantastic people; watching the past years student teachers perform songs and talk about their experiences; playing a little sand volleyball; playing ice breaker games like "stein, skatt, papir" (rock, paper, scissors) and another game where the losers pretended to be amoebas and the winners were kings. I haven't been this excited in a long time. My roommate is not only killer on the ultimate frisbee field, but is also super nice and fun. Bring it on, Fredtun!
Woke up to - yet again - a truly great Norsk frokost (breakfast). I have been here for a little less than a week now. My days consisted of sleeping in, eating breakfast with Mormor & Morfar, frequent swims in the sea with Mormor, and bikes/runs on the coast trail. But back to the breakfast... God do they know how to eat here. Eggs, brødskive (bread slices), kaviar, prim, Morfar's syltetøy (homemade strawberry jam), cucumber, cheese, liver postei, salami, the list goes on! Oh, and tea. I drink tea with almost every meal and I guess that's pretty weird here. Lamb stew and tea? You betchya.
While talking with Mormor today, I found out that Norwegians do not have the saying, "Knock on wood." I had to explain that one. But if Norwegians aren't superstitious, that's fine and dandy with me. Superstition is stupid.
Anywhooooo - I finished up packing and my kjempe snill (very nice) Morfar helped me take everything up to the school at 10 a.m. I biked up the Helgeroveien road to Stavern Folkehøyskole - Fredtun (which takes all but a whopping 5 minutes!). My new home for the next nine months! Sweat beaded on my forehead - probably a combination of excitement, angst, hot weather, biking in tight jeans, and just finished an Olaf mug full of steaming tea from the Earl Grey himself. When I got to Fredtun, there were cars and new faces hustling and bustling around with Ikea bags, backpacks, suitcases, ski bags, the whole works. I settled myself into my room - pretty big with lots of nooks and crannies for all my loot. Definitely exceeded my expectations! I blame the University of Oregon dorm tour for that one...
I chucked all my stuff on my new bed, which is long but really narrow. After talking with my mother, I guess that's pretty standard in Norway. My bed is in the back of the room, next to a window looking out to the ocean and the road in front of Fredtun. After settling in a bit, I made my way back to the reception room, and met some very nice girls there who asked if I wanted to play 'Ligretto.' I gladly joined, and was delighted at the openness of these girls who I'm sure will become very good friends.
We ate lunch, which here is actually dinner, or "middag." I can't bring myself to call a meal at 1 p.m. dinner, but it's a meal and a fine one, so I ain't complainin'! Accompanied by cakes, coffee, and ice cream! Mormor and Morfar left after the meal, but it is so nice to know they are just 5 minutes away. Quite a drastic change from the 24 hour drive/flight combination to see them when I lived in Wallowa County.
The rest of the day consisted of: a pretty intense, but purely fun game of ultimate frisbee; meeting lots of really fantastic people; watching the past years student teachers perform songs and talk about their experiences; playing a little sand volleyball; playing ice breaker games like "stein, skatt, papir" (rock, paper, scissors) and another game where the losers pretended to be amoebas and the winners were kings. I haven't been this excited in a long time. My roommate is not only killer on the ultimate frisbee field, but is also super nice and fun. Bring it on, Fredtun!
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