Back To School 1

So. After being terrifiedly (great word, huh!?) prepared both by my sister and my dearest bestfriend about the dreaded first day of school ("you WILL feel lost and scared and alone, you WILL have troubles with understanding your scedule, you WILL almost undoubtly sit down and cry and call for your mommy"), I woke up this morning, cold sweating and with a dry mouth. Kidding. I woke up, fresh and outrested after a good night's sleep in my dollcottage-bed, had a shower in my dollcottage-shower and prepared some breakfast from my washing room/kitchen and ate it in my room while reading the Most Popular Book Of All Times and spent my morning minutes with my Dad. Great start! I should make that a habit. Definitely gonna make that a habit and not just read whenever during the day. Mornings are underestimated. I can see that now. I gave the whole day to him, asking him to protect me from evil, comfort me when I read the scedule and didn't understand anything (as my friend said I wouldn't), just in general, take care of me.

So. There I was. At my new school. Early as always. (?). Awaiting information. Registering. Pretty satisfied with being the very first student ever of the 2009/2010 at MhG-bunch to have my registration overwith! (I know my housechurchpeople won't ever believe this, but if you want to, I can ask for proof in writing of the woman in the counter, so THERE.) I haven't always been first to do stuff. Wouldn't exactly say this is gonna be a new and better beginning, but hey, at least I've had a great start. Fairly proud of myself. First in line. Always first in line. Mostly because I HATE standing in one.

So the day went by. Information. Information. More information. I realize that this past sentence looks like a parody of any boring school book, but literally, the day was one long informationparty. -and then we had free lunch! I love free stuff. Especially since I'm in the beginning of a very poor year. I don't think I've fully realized that I don't have money to throw out the window, like I had when I was working. I sure hope I'm a fast learner also when it comes to discipline with money, cause I haven't succeeded that much so far.

The day was GREAT. I mean, seriously, awesome. I never thought I would like information THAT much, but this was fun information about my - MY - first schoolyear after five years without any schooling what so ever. Fun! Loved it. I even hunted down some new friends, and luckily, we're even taking the same classes. Fun! So I took some pictures of us and sent to my mom and reassured her that "yes, people like me here too" and "no, they're not mean to me" and "no, no one is throwing rocks at me", you know, stuff like that.

One thing I'll state right away: I would NEVER have started an education at age 18. Never. Not a chance in the sea. Not in a needle in the haystack-years. So to those two eighteen year olds in my class: CRED TO YOU! Really. Respect. I am among the more mature in my class with currently 24 students, twelve of each gender, and we're three at age 25, one is 26 and a woman with age unknown, but a bit older than that, and all of the students have various or no experience with journalism. I, of course, consider blogging as an important experience when it comes to the journalism in writing.

That's my day! And my afternoon looks like any other trip with the class: Following our faddere (in English? Anyone? Fadders)) down to MacDonald's, which is our meetingpoint, strolling towards some cute place where we're gonna have a barbeque and "kose oss!", and then, after that, we're heading to concerts and stuff. I even got my own student bracelet! Biiiig..


Word out for now,
from Silje, the Student.


PS: Mr Dude Of The Universe? I think I finally understand what You meant with "wait, Silje. Just wait. I know what I'm doing, okay? Chill, would'ya?", since I got accepted after writing wrong applications, unfulfilled applications and a bunch of mistakes along the way. I waited. Finally, I did something smart!! I flippin' waited. And look where I'm at now!? Crazy. Thanks, ya'll, for carrying me in your prayers. Don't ever stop.