Back To School 2 + 3

With Josh Ritter on my player, I am happy as can be
I am thrilled to be a sayer, I am happy to be me

I wouldn't believe for just half a year ago that I would be in school now. Heck, I wouldn't believe it a MONTH ago! It still is a bit unreal. I can now, with my hand on my heart, say that I understand when people say that it's a gift to be able to go to school. I think so too. It's a gift indeed, said by someone who never thought she would set her foot in a school ever again, haha! And these first couple of days have been no other than a positive surprize. While waiting for school to become chaotic and me wanting to turn my brains inside out, I'm enjoying my new existence here in beautiful Kristiansand, the city my heart has belonged to the last five or six years.

I'm early again (I don't know, I just might have started a new and better life! Who knows?) and find myself a seat while waiting for the new informational day to start. A whole lotta information. Seriously. Luckily, after that, the whole class got together for an introduction. All of us were more or less lost, and I noticed the relief among people when we finally got to see who our class was. That was the first time the newspaper/webpaper-class was gathered as a one. We were interviewed in ones and twos by some second year-students, which was a rather interesting experience. Both because most of the interviewers seemed uninterested in the answers, following leads that went nowhere and picked up unimportant sayings I know I would definitely never spend time on. (Yeah, easy for ME to say what I would've done! I haven't been grilled yet) At the same time they were skillful in the way they asked the questions, and even though most of it after two-three questions started to sound more like a conversation in the "how do I end this thing?!"-way, some people actually impressed me a lot with their way of handling the object being interviewed. Much of the skills of course lie in the interviewer and his/her personality, but I can see that only after one year you learn how to act professional. Like I said, an interesting experience. As the observer I am, I had great joy of this scene.

And in the beginning of this class, a guy just asks out in the air "does anyone want to buy my books afterwards?", and I don't think anyone but me actually captured what he said because of the curious atmosphere hanging like a thick roof in the room (long sentence, I know), so I raised my hand and nodded, and he just "okay, talk to you later." So, after most of us had been interviewed and in a short break, I went up to the dude and said "are you serious? You have all your books right here?", and he just "yeah, I thought I'd do the person who buys my books a favor with bringing them here right away and get rid of them asap. I even have all the old exam-papers and all kinds of notes I've written here, if you want that too. Thought I'd do this person a favor since I didn't get any help at all last year when I needed to buy books, and I wasn't exactly first in line and got tricked and everything. So."

I almost wept with joy (of course I almost wept with joy, I almost always weep period) by this sincere kindness and I blurted out "oh, you're totally paying it forward, like that movie! You have no clue how great this is for me, I would've been like you when it comes to not being early with stuff, so thank you thank youthankyouthank YOU!", and he just "oh, so you've seen that movie, have you?" or something like that, and I just "yeah, of course, I really think this is something like that, this is maybe not a big thing for you, but it sure is for me". And then I told him in short terms of my intricate journey to this school, and he told me his and we both agreed that it was a blessing from God that we were there. Amazing.

Everything that has happened the past two weeks have been a firm confirmation of me having a Father who watches over me. I totally love it. So, in just a little over a week, I
1. decided to go to school
2. got myself a small and nice and really cheap bedsit (hybel) right next to school
3. have gotten hold of all the books I need for the whole schoolyear.

No stress.

Someone who thinks I'm being blessed over here? I certainly do. Thank you, all of you who have helped me with this, both practical and in prayers. You're so precious to me it's not even funny.

And today, on Wednesday 19th, the formal opening of this year went by with moare information, encouraging speeches by teachers etc, and, of course, the most memorable of it all; one Mr Jøkull (?) playing one of my favorite songs on his tenorsax, "Sometimes A Prayer Will Do". Of course I shed some tears of movement and joy. Bjørnar, I mean, of COURSE.. You would've wept too. Probably. Maybe. Not. I did. And I'd gladly do it again.


In the next post, I'm gonna make my very own reality-topic (if I remember). Gled dere! ("Joy yourselves" disn't seem quite right, haha.)

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