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.)

Word up for now

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.

This one goes out to THE mr Anderson.

(This post started out as a hilarious burn (if I get to say so myself), but then I came to read a bit more about the person I was supposed to burn. Well, I'm "burning" him anyway. But I gotta say, MySpace is a genious thing.)

This made me laugh 'till I had tears running down my cheeks. This is maybe exactly the reason I'm not on facebook (anymore/yet). I like to KNOW my friends. Call me old fashioned, but I do. I've had times in my life where I've seen/known/hung out with too many people, so maybe this is my way to say to myself "chill out, man. Everything in its own time." So. Maybe I'll get myself a facebook in the future. Hey, maybe I even get my MySpace-site up and running! You never know.

But here it is. The sight of the day. The sentence of the centennium(?). This is copied and pasted directly from MySpace:

Tom has 266009292 friends.

I don't even know how to say that! And it goes on and on, even as I write this, he's gaining more friends by the second! Way to go, Tom! This guy's really something! Thanks for being my friend too, Tom. I really appreciate our conversations and your sense of humor. It's good to know that I can come to you whenever I'm having problems with my MySpace. This is me betting you're MySpace's creator, since all of these people seem to know who you are. Good on ye! I aknowledge MySpace as a social musicbox for people to put whatever into. I really do. Some of us regular people have in fact become very famous because of MySpace. So. Thank you.
Oh well, Tom. Have fun in Sunnyland! Maybe I'll see you the next time I come to LA. My next time in LA will in fact be my first. But I'll make sure to let you know.

så..

"At Least They Have Starbucks."

That's the working title for my newest song. It's a sweet little song about a nice girl who's visa suddenly doesn't work at the hotel she's trying to spend a night at. So it turns out she has to spend a rough night at the airport. Thereby "At least they have Starbucks". I can't WAIT to sing it to you guys. Especially YOU, Cathrine House Tjelta, hopin' you'll love it, since you totally love my random-songs as well as my regular ones. Yeah yeah.

Enough of that. I'm currently online on an internet cafe-ish thing at - of course - the airport, more specifically Calgary Airport. It's a nice price, but I won't blog for long.

Just wanted to say that I'm alive, that the wedding in Fernie is pretty much the funniest wedding I've ever attended (thank you for having me!!), my cell phone is dead and I'll be home tomorrow (Wednesday) at about 17.05. So if anyone wants to welcome me, feel free to do so. I'll soon enough be outta this region anyways. Within Monday, as the matter of fact. Then I'll be somewhere in Kristiansand.. hopefully.. if I find a place to live.. haha! No worries, man ;)

Now, I am going to enjoy a Chai Latte, the bestest there is.


PS: Again, Charity..you totally rock my songs ;)

Random news from Canada.

I just watched "Seven Pounds", starring Will Smith, and I cried my eyes off. Of course I cried my eyes off. But this time, I REALLY...cried my EYES OFF. For REAL. I can´t beLIEVE that movie.

We arrived around eight thirty in the evening, so now we´ve enjoyed a quiet time at the Stanford Resort, a beautiful place here in Fernie.

I got new strings on my guitar today! (Thank you, Torstein) cause I´m not entirely capable of handling my own equipment. A shame, but true, maybe I´ll get better at it. But it´s nice for people to blend with their skills, isn´t it? I think it is.

I´ve been shopping a bit. I´m love shopping whenever I´m abroad. Okay, who am I kidding, I love shopping period. (It looks so girly when I read it like that. Urk..) But I´ve become a bit better through the years! A bit. Creds to me. Hooray hooray.

The forecast promises nice weather on Saturday, the Big Wedding Day, and the view for winning The Most Beautiful Wedding In August 2009-contest is reasonably high. If that´s a good sentence at all and my English spelling and sentence upbuilding (?) suck at this hour.

Hope ya´ll having a good summer, I just might move to my favorite bigger-than-a-small-city in Norway, I´m currently not in a relationship, but I AM however avstands-in-love-with John Irritatingly-Fabolous-Voice Mayer and I wish you all a good night and pleasant dreams.
I´m exhausted after all the crying..

Javel!!

Pri Kode Sted Studium Status Svar
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1 257 849 MHG Journalistikk, a/n Tilbud Ja

MHG = Mediehøgskolen Gimlekollen (Kristiansand)


Da sier vi det heller slik.



so.. noen som kjenner noen som kjenner noen som kjenner noen som trenger en medleieboer i Kristiansand fra 17. august av..? Nei? Ja? Kanskjevettisje?

Javel.

Pri Kode Sted Studium Status Svar
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2 257 418 MHG Tverrkult. kom. Tilbud Nei
21 257 604 MHG Mediekom. r/f Tilbud Ja
22 220 456 HIT Litteratur/språk Tilbud Nei
1 257 849 MHG Journalistikk, a/n Venteliste Ja

MHG = Mediehøgskolen Gimlekollen (Kristiansand)
HIT = Høgskolen i Telemark


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