Monday, August 17, 2009
Homecomings
Sunday, August 9, 2009
The International Summer School has finished, technically speaking...
And what do I mean by learned a lot?
It means that while I took my studies seriously and learned a lot from the courses themselves, the real learning has also been taking place outside the classroom, certainly. When I first thought of the idea that I was really learning as much from each other and from Norway as from formal/traditional instruction itself, it finally began to dawn on me that perhaps this was the intention of those who created the ISS all along --- could it be possible that offering these courses, etc., had an ulterior motive of making us come together - from all parts of the world with all walks of life and different life philosophies - just to learn from each other? I'm suspicious.
After all, there's a reason why I enjoy the discussion-based class, and especially why I loved the literature class: the more diversity there is in the classroom, the more interesting interpretations, perspectives, and certainly literary backgrounds to draw upon. I remember the director of the ISS Einar Vannebo saying right from the beginning of the summer school that when he taught Norwegian Literature at the ISS, he especially enjoyed it just for the reason that he got a completely different take on classic Norwegian literature when he heard it from a global perspective than when he instructed a class of all Norwegian students...
So, then, couldn't we also say that this was the real reason for the International Summer School? If this is what could just happen in one classroom, imagine what happens, then, the rest of the time we are not in class or strictly nose-to-the-books studying...it means we are together, discussing. And-finally!-a real dialogue may occur! People from historically "opposing" groups will begin to come together. People may learn much about a country that beforehand they would hardly have been able to find on a map (me included...). Amazing support networks are created. I can't tell you how much I have relied on and confided in some of the people at this school, people who (it seems so strange to think now..) were complete and utter strangers to me not even two months ago. Isn't that wierd to think that? Besides the fact that the days were so long at the ISS (both in terms of sunlight and in terms of the complete and utter lack of sleep...), That's why I truly believe the ISS was a life unto itself. How strange it will be when it finally occurs to me that it's over, that where I am now in Western Norway (more on that later!) is not simply a nice break from the school, but is truly the tail end of this summer in Norway. It hasn't quite hit me yet...
But anyway:
That, I think, is the take-home lesson of the International Summer School: There is something to learn from everyone and everything, and there is life to be lived everywhere, so make the most of it...it might just be the next best thing you've ever done.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Picture update, among other things
FINALLY some pictures...unfortunately, I do greatly apologize that the pictures are out of order, as is everything else on this post. Going forward, I will try to see what I can do to solve this....
Anyway, enjoy for now!!!
Gro learning how to swim!!!
With Sylfest Lomheim, leader of the Norwegian Language Council, who also attended the ISS opening ceremony at Oslo City Hall, and who I got to meet in January as well...it was really an incredible course.
The amazing Oslo City Hall ISS opening ceremony!
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Brace yourself...this is a long post. Grab some caffeinated beverage before reading. And please do read it, it took a long time ;)
So, I realize that it has been over a week since I last posted. My sincere apologies. I really, really wish I had more time to just sit back and reflect, because, without any exaggeration, I feel that every hour I have spent here could be worth a whole blog post. But how many hours would that be between last I posted and now…? Well, too many anyway. And once again, without any exaggeration, I’ve been averaging about 5 hours of sleep each night as it is. So I am sorry to any and all who are following this post!
And it’s a Sunday night, and I just got back from a big presentation on Azerbaijan, which I appreciated…first and foremost because I realized soon after coming to the ISS how very little I knew about this country (indeed, even the name of the capital failed me….nooooo), and there is a big group from Azerbaijan. I also now have learned that there are lots and lots of connections between Norway and Azerbaijan, which is interesting also, as well as the fact I got a sense of a lot of the very recent history and current events that continue to affect the views, sentiments, and general culture of the Azerbaijani people. I saw some really wonderful dances and heard people singing Azerbaijani songs, we all danced around in a circle to the Azerbaijani national anthem, AND I got a free keychain!!! What more could you want?? Hence another reason to love the ISS.
-So let’s start back with what I did on the Friday after my last post. Well, there was the ISS party at Chateau Neuf, the student social house off Majorstuen. It was really nice to see all the people there, and to see people from all over the world dancing and partying…but still, I felt for those who had never experienced anything like a “Western” party before, and I could see how lost they felt, bewildered, some even wearing their traditional garb, only to stand there watching people dancing enthusiastically on the dance floor (albeit not scandalously). As for me, about an hour of just trying to socialize with some of my friends there (in particular a fun, quirky girl from China whose English name is “Fish,” of all things…haha), I realized that I was extremely exhausted, and that I could have fallen asleep standing right in the middle of the dance floor. So I found some people who seemed to be in the same boat, and left, grateful for the long hours of daylight and the overall tranquility of the city.
-The next day was, of course, Saturday, July 4th. Unfortunately, I was unable to attend the big Independence Day celebration that was the week before, because that morning there was an orientation meeting for living in the dormitories that we had to attend, and then really not long after that were more orientation things that included the amazing Oslo City Tour…which I took all in Norwegian J. I hope to upload some pics from that too…
(Actually, on that note, I realize I haven’t even written anything about the City Hall reception, have I??? Well I’ll have to…note to me: upload pictures onto Blog…perhaps it’s a case of showing versus telling.)
Anyway, it started out as a very bizarre Saturday. I made plans to go with some friends into the city, but woke up at 9 AM, which was when they said they would leave. So I thought I missed them…as it turns out, almost everyone decided to sleep in until at least 12 or 1 PM…so I guess I didn’t miss out as much as I thought. So, while I think that it is so wonderful that there are so many wonderful people here, to say nothing of the many great opportunities at my fingertips here, I find it almost a curse! One of my absolute most hated things is when I feel like I’m stumbling through life, and that when I am too overwhelmed with choices, people to do them with, or just in general too many things to pay attention to all at once, I find myself confused and frozen up, unsure of what to do, and tottering on the brink of not doing anything, which would be the worst thing to do. I don’t quite know how to explain this, because I also just mean it in a much bigger context than just what to do for a Saturday afternoon. But anyway, regardless, there ended up being a change of plans…so, how did I end up spending Independence Day, you might ask? By hanging out with my Turkish friend and two Armenians walking around the city and on the Oslo Opera, of course! It ended up being a really nice time, and it was just so nice to be able to once again walk around the city and talk with new people. One time they all hugged each other, than looked over at me and said, “You’re watching history happen.”
And later that evening, when the campus finally got back to life again, I watched the film on Knut Hamsun’s life, and I found that especially rewarding if a bit long. Besides, after looking at the optional excursions, etc., that I was given by my literature professor, I found that I had done almost all of them already, including that movie!!! Woot woot! Once again, props to SCAN 331. What an amazing course...essentially, I think, it’s Scan Studies all crammed into one month…
Now, that all said, I was congratulated by many of the other students on Independence Day, and I thought that was really cool that there was so much attention being paid to it….it almost reminds me of when Obama was elected and I was in Norway then, but on a much smaller scale…haha
-Sunday the 5th was especially remarkable, because that was the day the ISS organized a hike to Nordmarka, or the forest areas North of Sognsvann. By that point, the weather had taken a turn for the worst, after the glorious days of warm, humid weather we’d had since I arrived in the city. Well, nothing lasts forever….but it made it all the more refreshing to hike in the cool air, even in the rain. There were so many incredible people who went (actually, it’s just incredible that there were as many of us as there were!), and I really enjoyed being able to talk with them more…I just can’t get over how beautiful this country is, and how wonderful it is to be able to hike here. It’s what I was looking so forward to doing, and it has just been really rewarding. We hiked up to a small cabin-ish area, and then the group split up between those who would swim and those who wouldn’t. In a way that was reminiscent of Holden Village last summer, when I spontaneously chose to do the overnight-length hike in essentially half a day, I was prepared to swim, and gosh darn it, I was going to swim. I learned a new science lesson: apparently water retains water better than air, so the water was still warm from yesterday! Woot I win!!! It was wonderful. I swam for apparently a half hour, just going straight from one part of a long lake to another….the mist was swirling up from the water, and it was just incredibly beautiful, once again. All the while I was talking with some more students from Eastern Europe and Portugal, and the way down I continued to talk with some of them about human rights, the environment, overpopulation, and other light and fluffy subjects. I felt I was able to connect with a great number of fascinating people on that hike, which is why I love being in nature. Alone, you have time to think. With others, you have time to have good, deep, conversations. The hike took a large portion of the day, so then after that I buckled down and did some homework….yay for Norwegian literature! Sadly enough, we are now done with the Viking Age, but then we started on the Enlightenment Age in Norway, which is something I have hardly given thought to. Now, after this week, I know much more about the playwright Holberg, whose influence and writings I appreciate more than I thought I would…and, of course, I now know even more first-hand the fun stuff about why both Oslo and Copenhagen have statues of him…oh yes, KUDOS to Scan 331!!!
-The next day I decided to try to get some books from the library in anticipation of an upcoming project on Ivar Aasen. It never happened, as I was stopped in the library by a professor of economics from Prague on sabbatical, but studying human rights as part of his studies not connected with the ISS. We ended up discussing the UiO (as I really, really, really want to come back here!!! An incredible university in an incredible location, of course, to say the very least…), the economic situation of modern Africa, Barack Obama, the Xinjian riots, and other trite, gossipy topics. An amazing afternoon, indeed, and entirely unexpected.
-The next day Gro and I had a second trip to Sognsvann…swim therapy, you may call it. By this point, the weather and water had gotten considerably colder, but we didn’t mind. In fact, I was extremely proud of her for being so “I’m going to do this!” about just getting in the water…it was very fantastic, and even more so because of how placid and tranquil the lake was this time…essentially we had the whole place to ourselves. Once we got out of the water, we ran into this incredibly friendly young Norwegian couple. Soaking wet and rather cold, we ended up chatting with them for almost an hour (and of course…all in Norwegian…)!!! By the end, Gro and the woman exchanged email addresses, and what do you know, but this last Friday night we were invited to their house and had a wonderful time. I went with Gro and two other really awesome Norwegian major Beijing students. So at around 9:00 we met at the National Theater and walked to their apartment, a very cozy, friendly place very close by the tram line. As it turns out, the couple was having a small party that evening and invited us along. It become just an amazing evening. We talked a lot of course (all in Norwegian, of course), with one man who was especially interested in/taught Taiji and owned a Chinese restauarant, and was overall one of those kinds of people who is very interested. We sang songs---Britney Spears (to acoustic guitar, nonetheless), Pink Floyd, the Beatles were in there, Abba, Heavy metal, and other well-known singers and bands that often at least sang in English. And also, of course, I and the other three who were with me all started attempting to dance and sing the embarrassingly catchy Korean hit song Nobody…indeed, you’ve got to love globalization sometimes. I have to admit I still think it’s very interesting that anyone from anywhere in the world could essentially exchange just about any information, song, etc. That there could be this loud and chaotic melding of songs, languages, and everything right in one tiny room in the downtown of a relatively small city in Northern Europe speaks much to this, I suppose… But then, of course, the party really got started when they put on the Eurovision music, and we all danced. Unfortunately, the party had to be cut short because we had to take the tram back before it closed down for the night, but it was just really wonderful to be taken in with such hospitality and with such fun and friendly people, to be able to speak Norwegian in yet another different setting, and just to feel that we were all experiencing a very real Norwegian culture. And it’s instances like that when you realize….if I hadn’t done A, B, C, AND D, I wouldn’t have been there, doing these things. Certainly, the world is full of possibilities…
This summer school has been for me, of course, already so much more than a school. It has become something of a way of life. I can’t describe enough how much I have relished all of these kinds of moments, where I was able to really get to know so many of the people who live there from so many different walks of life…and, of course, all at once it all seems so incredibly Norwegian. Truth be told, I have never much believed in the stereotype of the cold, standoffish Scandinavian/Norwegian, because I’ve never found that to be the case. No, you may not be greeted with pecks on the cheeks or something more Mediterranean, but I’ve found that there is still a very good chance you will be welcomed with open arms and be invited into, if not someone’s home, than at least a very interesting and meaningful conversation. So that’s Norway. You go to the lake, you get wet and cold, and you make great friendships.
-And perhaps there is something to be said that is essentially Norwegian about the folk dancing class the ISS offered for its students…I loved it for the same reason, which is my favorite part about my Norwegian language class itself. All at once you see people from every corner of the world, all coming together for their own unique reasons to learn about Norwegian language and culture. In my language class, I thoroughly enjoy the fact that there are so many who have come to the summer school either because they are new immigrants, want to work in diplomacy, or are just curious…and the accents…I mean, everyone there speaks Norwegian differently…it’s actually almost kind of funny in a way, simply because I’m not used to it…English, absolutely, but to hear 20 different Norwegian accents – and all of them not “originally Norwegian” – is something else, I tell you. And NEVER have I heard a stronger German accent than in that class…heehee German is fun J
So, think of that like this one great, big dance, where we all stand in 2-3 big circles, holding hands (yes, it just occurred to me that it’s rather like those sappy pictures we’ve all been exposed to as children, where there are all these smiley people standing on a globe holding hands…but I digress), and then paring up to learn traditional rural Norwegian folk dancing. If you’re looking for nation-building and the construction of identity and how a nation projects itself to the world, look no further, I tell you. It’s made for an interesting experience.
Similarly, as part of the Studentparlament, I am now helping with the Norwegian committee (and perhaps social, as well…we’ll see next meeting), so I’ll be helping plan events centered around more opportunities to practice our Norwegian skills, and I’m definitely looking forward to it, one reason not in the least is that when I return to PLU, I will be a Norwegian language tutor…fun times ahead indeed!!!!
Okay just to break my train of thought, I was just looking at someone’s computer, was reading it, thought it was a Norwegian essay, and then I realized it was Chinese. Well. I fear that I am going to be completely screwed up when I come back to the U.S. I haven’t usually had too much of a problem keeping languages straight, but there have been a numerous number of instances where I have switched between Norwegian and Chinese in the same sentence…also sometimes this has been deliberate, as perhaps I knew the right word in one but not the other. So, my hope is that upon returning to the U.S., someone will be able to understand me. At least I can still write in English…hahaha…I jest.
- Oh my gosh. Wednesday was incredibly intense, long, and centered around Nynorsk. I started first with adventures in doing laundry, considering all of my towels were in various stages of wet or dirty following adventures swimming in lakes, and the last spots were at 6 AM when the laundry room first opened. So I decided to make the most of the fact that I was up anyway, and went for an early morning jog, continuing to discover new places around the city, listening to Chinese music, and running a long time on Vinje and Aasen roads because, well, I guessed it would fit the spirit of the day, which it did. In my literature class, I was finally given the assignment to give a presentation on the poetry of Ivar Aasen (which I requested, considering I knew he wrote poetry but I never had the chance to look at any of it…), which would be due the next day. Ahhhhh.
I decided to make a day of it---why not?? I started by deciding that because I had not been enough to downtown Oslo yet, I would make this project an excuse and pay a visit to Deichmanske Biblioteket, the main public library in Oslo, which was well worth it in and of itself. So I spent some time learning to navigate the library, and then got Symra, Aasen’s collection of poetry, and a book on 1000 years of Norwegian poetry, both in Norwegian (I couldn’t find the English resources, and figured that would be silly anyway when I’m in Norway!). AND (I’m so ridiculously proud of myself about all of this..it’s stupid, I know..you’ll have to forgive me…haha) I got a library card!!! And the people who got it for me did not dare to speak English, which was wonderful because then, once again, I’ve HAD to use Norwegian, which I have been pretty bent on doing here.
Yet another sidenote: See, that’s another thing. I haven’t had this experience where Norwegians have immediately switched to English, never giving you a chance to speak English. For me, it’s been about 90% of the time that Norwegians have used Norwegian on me completely, and it has only been when it looked pretty apparent I didn’t understand enough that they would blink, take a step back, and switch to English. Haha. So anyway….I don’t know….
…Anyway, so I now have a library card for all of Norway, and that’s pretty fantastic. Then, I decided that I could celebrate this and getting a chance to play with Ivar again by going to Kaffistova, which is probably my favorite venue so far in Oslo, simply for the reason that it has these strong connections to New Norwegian, etc., and it was the first restaurant we visited in Oslo in January, when we had just had a very long day already flying from Iceland. So I went to the bench where I sat that first night in Oslo (I actually went there twice that one day in January…haha) that has a nice view of the street outside/people coming and going (which is actually more fun than it sounds…), bought an over-priced bottle of water (it’s the experience…), and began to research. It was a very productive time, and I felt thrilled I could use these sources that were all in Norwegian, and even translated the poetry I would use in class, because I didn’t have access to the Internet/English translations!!!
Then I took the tram back and read Dagbladet and learned a little bit more about how Michael Jackson’s funeral was taken in Norway. Anyway.
Then I did more work after dinner, until some obscenely late hour.
When I started the presentation the next day, I was so tired I felt I would collapse before I even opened my mouth. But then I started talking and it was all fine, so, yay! I win! It went really well (about a half an hour…? And wow, once again, kudos to Scan 331….I pulled on what I learned there so much…). It definitely energized me for the rest of the day, and the professor thought the translations were very, very good, which also put me in a good mood, considering my only really good resources were a modern one-way Bokmaal and a Norwegian-Chinese dictionary...I celebrated by buying some svele from a nearby cafeteria afterwards.
Later that day I had to sit through a rather dry lecture on the state of religion/the state religion of Norway. Again, kudos to Scan 331, because we got to talk with the people who translated Bibles and helped run the ministry of culture, from which I learned incredibly a lot more than 2 hours where a guy essentially just read over and over the same information that was on three sheets of paper…gahhh.
Oh my gosh. And then there was the Norwegian cultural evening later that night, complete with traditional dancing (actually, the same group that taught us traditional dancing on Monday), some crazy Siberian-Sami fusion Joik (!), a nice modern band, and a woman who was class president of the 1947 ISS who read us a Norwegian folktale….in fact, the very same folk tale we discussed in class that day, same translation! Ha…! AND of course, amazingly amazingly amazingly good food afterwards…Roemmegraut……..my heart sings…..NRK was there, too, and just overall such great people. I love the people here!
-And, speaking of Ivar Aasen, guess what I did on Friday!!! I forwent my normal Norwegian language class in order to attend a special lecture at the Språkråd…again…so fun. So I had a lecture on what the Language Council does, but this time in Norwegian with the Nynorsk learning students, and that was so fun. The people in that class are fantastic (and, once again, I believe almost all of the students from Beijing are taking that class, which has also caught the undying attention of both Sylfest and NRK…in fact, this is now the third time I’ve met the leader of the Spraakraad…so, cut class, meet the Norwegian government. There we go…although is attending another class’s lecture truly equal cutting, or does it just mean nerdy…?).
I must say, it was incredibly exciting to be back there again, and especially just that you realize how much there is to do, how many choices you have, when you can just hop on a subway and arrive downtown in less than 10 minutes. To me, I find that especially exhilarating.
And that brings me to the rest of this weekend, which I think I’ve mentioned elsewhere already…did I mention Saturday night?? I can’t remember. Well, some other time. This post is already disguistingly long. NO….I didn’t…well, next time.
I should upload pictures soon. That will help everything fall into place…
So, so far, during the time that I HAVEN’T been doing homework, going to meetings, and other such tasks (after all, my time spent in class every day is between 5-7 hours, not including of course homework, etc. 哎哟), what have I liked best so far? I think overall, I have just loved being able to go where my feet take me, whether that means hiking out in the forests or walking or jogging around the city in various places. I like watching the people, hearing little short bits of their conversations, watching them interact, occasionally talking with them also, and just enjoying the general people-friendly spirit of this place. Just a great way to really get to know the city, and just think, reflect, and process everything. It’s just been really great to go down the streets, watching people coming and going, seeing the signs, advertisements, schools, old houses, and even street signs. And of course my J-Term class hasn’t left me at all, because I still have a lot of fun with even simple things like whether a street is named Gata or Gaten, the usage of English (perhaps it’s just more because of what I have been doing this time, but it seems considerably less pronounced than it was in January…interesting considering the rise of the number of tourists in the summer), and other things.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
The world as a classroom
That said, I love being in class. Tell me if I'm wrong, but I don't think I mention that I added another course to my schedule---Norwegian literature. It is now the class I really look forward to and am just absolutely relishing. It probably makes it that much cooler just with the fact that I feel so well prepared for this class, thanks to my J-Term. I mean, they're talking about Per Thomas Andersen, Njal's Saga, and my professor just really knows her stuff, and it seems that in her somewhat reserved way obviously has a lot of enthusiasm for what she's teaching (I mean, I think it's just cool to have just listening to music from the ancient Icelandic cycles as part of our instructions in prose, the various forms of poetry, etc....).
But I know I'm also just loving it because it was a rather spur-of-the moment decision. I felt like I really needed to take something in addition to just my Norwegian language class, because as it stands it's once again outside the class that my Norwegian is really improving. To me, it's really more of a springboard for me, a map that charts what I can and should learn/know, but the real learning and everything once again is not in class. I can't tell enough how wonderful it is that countless times people have asked me things in Norwegian, and I have always been able to answer them back in Norwegian; if they asked anything more, they wouldn't even bat an eye and switch to English,...always in Norwegian!!! How cool is that?! Even today I was at the university's bookstore, I asked one of the workers where I could find some of the books, and even after she saw the booklist and saw that it was an ISS course and thus taught in English, she still continued speaking with me in Norwegian. Woot.
And why not take advantage of this? I am in Norway, and have chosen to surround myself primarily with people learning the language and are at least just as equally interested in getting just as much out of being here as possible. Therefore, outside of some certain situations, I find that the vast majority of the time I am just not speaking English (and even when I have to - such as in my lit course - and even then I am having to stop myself from saying something in Norwegian. No, there's a lot I still can't say, but when you've been switched on this way, it's just like when you're running for a long time: after a while your learning/running just becomes second nature, and you pick up so much simply by staying in the zone, which is just so easy to do). What will I do when I am no longer surrounded in this environment??? Well I'll cross that bridge later. (Okay, other sidenote: really, I am just so incredibly impressed with these students who have come from Beijing. Their commitment to learning the language is so impressive, and they always do it with so much gusto and curiosity. What an asset to the ISS...and actually they're quite well known in Norway, if I'm correct..)
But on that side note, I think that's really the concrete example I want to get to about my pseudo-theme for this blog: it's 1 AM once again, and my homework situation today hasn't been bad at all. Which made for an excellent day to do what I have been saying every day since Saturday: return to Sognsvann. I dread thinking about this, but I've heard that the weather may get bad during the weekend, and this in itself was what finally spurred me on to get back to that wonderful lake I visited with my good friends from the Beijing Foreign Language Institue on Saturday (was it really only less than a week ago.........?).
So I should back up. I am the class representative for my Norwegian class, and today there was an incredibly loooooong meeting for deciding who would be president, etc. I decided to run, and unfortunately didn't get the position, but I suppose I'll stay plenty busy without the position! haha. But it's funny because I was debating whether or not to do it right up until I went up there to give my speech, and it goes to show you something about basic psychology that the more I had to get up and speak, the more I realized I could really do a good job at this and wanted to do it. And then I didn't get it, so that's called irony I suppose. Oh well, I'm still looking forward to helping out. I just feel like I should give whatever I can to this school while I'm here. And, of course, represent PLU well :P
So that lasted until dinner.
And after dinner was the lecture series I am attending for a Norwegian society course I'm taking.
So I pursuaded my friend Gro/Wang Qingqing, a girl very interested in international relations, the Norwegian approach and just stuff about rights, conflict management, osv. to come with me to Sognsvann after the lecture, because the sun was still out and from what I've heard, the water was still so incredible and warm.
She was freaking out so much about it ("YOU'RE SO CRAZY, ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE NOT ON CRACK???"...to confess I get this question a lot. Well, it's true I have a lot of energy and I'm generally an enthusiastic person...but I just really want to make the most of everything, you know?)---what if we couldn't get back? And, as I found out, she didn't know how to swim and indeed, it was her first time in a lake! But I don't think this is entirely uncommon in urban China, and especially the latter part. But anyway. Correct me if I'm wrong on this. She was scared to death of drowning.
I encouraged her to get into the water---as it turns out, it's really quite shallow for a long way- at least the part we were at. Oh, and it was really, really warm, even for past 10 PM.
And then, someone near by came to puruade her - a man who had come from Kurdistan in Iraq, and likewise switched between Norwegian and English as did Gro (who realized she wanted to also practice some English as well...haha). In a completely selfless way, he spent a very long time trying to help her, instructing her on how to swim and encouraging her as well, supporting her as many Norwegian kids would have when they were first learning how to swim. We were both very taken by the generosity with his time - he was really just doing this because he wanted to help, and it was clear he wanted nothing in return but an opportunity to give somebody confidence that she could do something she once thought impossible. And to me, this was the embodiment of Norway once again, because at once it was just this sense of collaboration, cooperation, consent, and unity, and of course it was very pretty outdoors and we were swimming in a lake at 11 PM because it was still warm and light out. And I really don't know how to say this last part without sounding really wierd, trite, or anything, because I don't like just saying "international stuff, "but just the aspect that we all come from such different backgrounds seemed part of that, and I can't say quite how it fit in, but it really was somewhat like that last day I had in Blindern when I got off at the wrong stop....
We kept telling her not to be afraid to let herself jump and let herself suspend a little bit in the water, and I just stopped for a brief moment and realized how once again, it was like one of my favorite quotes come to life: "sprang utpaa de 70000 favners dyp," or to be suspended over 70000 fathoms of water, Kierkegaard's famous statement on blind faith and a sense of passionate commitment...except that the water was probably only a meter high at most. ha.
She ended up excited, exhilterated, her fear gone, and the only thing that stopped her was that she began to get tired. She kept talking about how worth it that was, how happy she was, how much she wanted to go back and do it again. Actually, she was giddy. It was like something just lit up, and I felt so grateful I could witness something like that.
The sun was setting, the water was warm, and we were all learning from each other and talking about our lives. Our experiences were all so different, but it was met all with mutual interest. It was as if I had never left Blindern campus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, that's what it felt like..Blindern with really warm water, a beautiful sunset, and something that just seemed so elysian.
And that is what it means to travel meaningfully, what it means to realize that learning and the things that make life be truly living.
Okay that's really all for now. I could say more, but wow is it late. This is why I should just upload pictures or something.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
because I promised pictures!
Anyway, I realized yesterday when I was out jogging (it was incredible...jogged right to the edge of Vigeland and back, but I'll save telling about all this another time maybe), I realize that I think my last full day in Norway was exactly 6 months from when I started my first day of classes here at the ISS, and I spent that last full day on the Blindern campus researching for my paper...funny how that works.
Anyway, without further ado, enjoy my scramble of pictures from the first few days!
SOGNSVANN!!!! I'll share more pics later. But I love this. Typically Norwegian, which means many good things in my opinion.
Ekeberg restaurant!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So well worth everything. And apparently the Aftenposten Aften addition gave a review of this restaurant the day after the day I was there---almost perfect marks. I'd say perfect, but that's just my humble opinion. haha.
So this is a view of the Oslo harbor at sundown..or at least around midnightish on the very first night I was in Oslo!!!!
I think this looks very Munch-like.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
I haven't disappeared...
Okay, so now that I have explained my situation, you will now understand why if all of a sudden I stop in the middle of a blog post, it is because the battery on my laptop died and I posted just in time.
I should start just by saying again that I have so far experienced absolutely wonderful hospitality here in Oslo. I am so grateful for the amazing experiences I have had so far just in the few days I have been here, and that I feel I have really been welcomed better than I could have hoped for.
That said....
So I had probably the most ungraceful beginning to my start at the ISS---namely, that I got out of my seat on the tram before the Blindern stop only to fall flat onto my luggage, and not even realize that I had fallen onto my luggage until it happened with a comically loud bang, and everyone on the tram was staring at me with those looks of awkward apprehension. Sigh.
Then I pulled all of my belongings up a hill of gravel, only to be directed to the wrong dormitory and go up two flights of stairs (which aren't that many except if you have a large suitcase....and then have to drag everything over more gravel to the other side and go up another three flights, afte ryou have already been pulling your bag all around campus because you were so clever you didn't see how close the tram stop was to the dorm...).
Because I was one of the first to arrive, also, it seemed a little bit strange and surreal, and more like a moving-out day at college than moving in. But guess what? the first person I met here at the ISS was someone from Washington state---it's very odd to open a door and stumble into someone wearing a UW sweatshirt, when all at once you think it's normal and then realize that, wait, you're in Norway and UW sweatshirts are a little uncommon. As it turns out, my roommate is also a Husky. Go figure. Actually, there are overall more Americans here than I would have guessed, but maybe not so surprisingly a very good many are from Washington, Minnesota, and Wisconsin. They are all very nice. just like in college, I haven't met anyone I don't like yet (to put it in fairly understatement terms), so that's great! Then I spent a long time having fun (AKA troubles) with a free SIM card I got. Actually just connectivity in general. I met this really sweet woman from Tanzania who needed to find out how to get in touch with her family back home, so we ended up running all around trying to find out more about phone cards from some UiO offices while also going with my roommate to figure out about locations for exchanging cash, and so we spent a long time with SIM cards and phone cards and trying to figure out how to call from the dorms and other things. A strange start, but I really liked being able to meet people.
I have already had so many incredible opportunities here on the campus. Classes will start tomorrow, and I'm looking forward to seeing how I do in my Norwegian course.
Anyway, here is a very brief list of some of the things I have done since Friday:
-Meeting people from all around the world, of course, including making many friends with a fairly good sized group of students from the Beijing foreign institute who are all majors in....Norwegian. Go figure. Anway, I have been speaking a lot of Norwegian here, because we are all very enthusiastic to practice speaking Norwegian, which is also really fun. We've hung out a lot. So far this had included a really awesome trip to Sognsvann yesterday with them and their teacher, being almost exclusively at the "only speaking Norwegian" table for meals (which has many other really interesting people), and taking a tour of the city of Oslo in Norwegian instead of in English. It's been a series of great opportunities, one after the other, and I have really enjoyed speaking with all the people who are studying Norwegian and finding out their reasons. Here at the ISS you get some really cool answers....
-Actually, the first part of the previous point really summarizes everything else. Whenever you go to a school like this, it's obviously the people who make the school. Yesterday I had a wonderful, long conversation with two Americans and a nice woman from Turkey, who is one of the most cultured people I've ever met. It's led to some very cool discussions already.
-Good Norwegian food, like fiskekaker. They're kind of like Holden Village, actually, in that they do a lot of fun stuff with making other dishes out of leftovers. And of course the Norwegian breakfasts.
-What else is fun to point out for now...? Ah. The rooms themselves. Some have complained about them, but I don't find it's anything worth complaining about. Yes, they're quite small, but frankly, they're clean and comfortable and you can open the window, so I like it just fine. Besides, the weather has been so wonderful here that it just means you can be outside enjoying life more.
I hope to go back into the city soon. My excuse is to buy shampoo or go running, and I'll see if I do that later.
Anyway, this blog post doesn't do it justice, but I kind of already wish that this school went on longer than six weeks. Sigh. Well we'll see when classes start tomorrow..haha.
Perhaps if I can get my act together, my next blog can have a sample of pictures I have taken.
Anyway, hope all is well with you who are/is reading this (how many are reading this, anyway..?)!
Talk to you sometime when I have Internet!
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Oh....right....I'm here to study.
So I started my day at something like 9 AM--a bit more reasonable, and I am happy to say that except for waking up all the time during the night, I have had a very smooth transition with regards to time zones, so that's a bonus. Even more, I had my first real Norwegian breakfast of the summer, complete with fresh bread, cheese, and those fruity yogurt drinks. After that, I decided it would be a good time to hit the trails and revisit the spot I learned how to ski. After all, the weather was once again absolutely perfect---I honestly don't think it could feel any better. After all, with the days so long, you never feel chilly, there is no humidity, and the sunlight is just kind of there......so after a rather long preparation (part of this is of course due to trying to figure out where I stuffed everything in my suitcase....sigh....), I finally set off jogging and winding my way through an apartment complex to the Oslo forests. Needless to say it looks a little different from what it did almost exactly six months ago (or...exactly...? Okay...I'm looking at my photos...yes, exactly six months. Um..wierd.). The air was perfect for a jog, and it was great to run through the trees on these dirt roads with essentially the entire place to myself (considering it was the middle of a weekday..). After a while I decided to try out some of the paths I noticed when I was skiing and just go where my feet took me. I ended up crossing a field and ending up in more woods that backed up against peoples' houses. After a while I decided to turn back before I lost my way, but fortunately I have a pretty good sense of direction when it comes to stuff like that. So after the first 20-25 minutes I just walked and decided to enjoy the peaceful sound of the wind through the trees. The field I crossed again was just so beautiful. Today was just one of those perfect days: the wind swept over the tall grass, trees a good hundred meters away, and azure blue skies with little clouds off in the far distance. And then I entered the forest again, and felt incredibly in touch with my roots. Um literally. But only tripped once. Then I decided to explore another path, and ended up hiking up one of the larger hills for a ways. I saw what looked to be some kind of platform off in the trees, and thought that if I had packed any sort of food, that would be a really great place to sit down and have some sort of picnic. There were also a few old benches in the small meadow, too. Turning around, I looked down the path I had climbed and out in the distance, I once again had another view of the city of Oslo. That's about when I realized how unique this place is--that I could be in such cosmopolitan surroundings and yet be in something that really felt more like the great outdoors than a park. I could have kept going up and beyond, but I figured that it would be good if I was a little mean to myself. The whole way on that trail I realized I was slipping into Norwegian, sometimes just processing the language and other times just thinking in it. So another good sign, along with the fact that I saw a squirrel yesterday. So back to the main trail for a while, before finding another path I whimsically decided to take off on. And so instead of going up this time, I went down into a meadow with deep, tall green grasses. It was one of the most peaceful spots I had been, again complete with trees, a slight breeze, and small cumulus clouds drifting across a very, very deep blue sky. I could have kept going on this way, but once again I decided to return to the main trail. Then I also amused myself by thinking of all the slopes on this hill, remembering how six months ago these same now seemingly-harmless slopes were fairly terrifying. On one of these downhill legs, I caught another glimpse of the city, wondered how I couldn't have seen it before, and then remembered that last time my eyes probably had a death grip on the path in front of me. If eyes can grip anything.
So after a very nice jog that turned into a two hour scenic nature hike, I headed back to the house, where I decided I would grab a quick bite before going into the downtown to wander around aimlessly for whatever time I would have left. Soon after returning, then, I changed my clothes and was out the door again, this time walking up and down other hills to get to the nearest tram stop. So at least the King County bus system likes to put up poetry around its cars so people like me who forgot to bring books will have something to stare at, and as it turns out, the tram I was on had on it a translation of the first several excerpts of the opening passage of the Divine Comedy, which I found particularly interesting simply because it was translated into New Norwegian and not Bokmål, which of course makes sense because Nynorsk has always been considered more of a "literary" language right from the start (and, of course, like the poem itself, it has interesting connections with the rise of 19th century European nationalism, but anyway). But I guess I found it interesting to read anything in New Norwegian when I was on the public metro system in Oslo, where you'd be far, far more likely to run into English than this other form of Norwegian. So, in the reason for posting the poem on the metro walls in the first place, I don't think I quite saw the forest for the trees (ha, ha..oh I was in a forest today. huh.), but at least it's nice I got something out of my J-Term course.
And then I got off the tram at the National Theater, and had fun retracing my steps from January and marveling at how it was all so much the same and different all at once. Oslo makes for a wonderful summer city, that's for sure. It was fun to watch the tourists and overall see the different people dynamics of summer in the city. Just overall more cheerful, more people walking and eating and more outdoor cafes, brighter, happier clothes...and all the sights, sounds, smells (and all those nice food places along the main drag...) made everything very tempting, but in the end all I bought were a flexicort and some strawberries from a fruit stand because, well, they're strawberries. I visited some book stores, too.
And then after my brief but delightful time in the city, I headed back, quite in need of a shower and looking forward to a good dinner. And dinner was very, very nice, of course. Once again I was out on the balcony, this time enjoying fiskepudding, potatoes, grated carrots, a really, really great shrimp white gravy/sauce, and of course, strawberries. It's a really good thing I have actually been craving anything related to fiskeboller or fiskekaker, because that was quite nummy.
AND guess what-----the day was not over (and this part will make many a musical fan jealous). We ended up heading into the Oslo city center again, this time to watch what is I believe Oslo's
"biggest deal" musical production, Mamma Mia. I was expecting the lines to all be in Norwegian, because that's what I was told beforehand, but I was quite surprised to find that even all the songs had been translated into Norwegian, making for overall a really, really fun performance in which, once again, I found myself enjoying all the stuff the locals were enjoying and enjoying that I could understand as much as I did of it--so certainly I'm not fluent, but neither am I ashamed or feeling overwhelmed of what I don't know. But, of course, it helps I know the plot and the songs. I am very, very impressed that people went to all this trouble to translate everything into Norwegian (and songs can be very hard to do!), and glad that they made this effort considering the audience would have by and large had no trouble if it were all kept in English. And, of course, the acting, singing, costumes, and everything were very excellent besides.
And then while waiting for the train to take us back, we walked around on the roof of the opera building, and that was quite something for it to be 11 PM, warm, on the waterfront, and with plenty of light still in the sky.
And I will confess right now: today the only picture I took was of the translated poem on the tram, because sometimes you feel like taking a picture will only make you lose your sovereignty or something. In all seriousness, I do regret this for all of you, but sometimes a picture just can't do justice to a day like today, and something about it just didn't seem entirely right (besides, my camera wasn't with me on the trail).
And now....oh it's 12:41. Off to sleep, I suppose. And then go to Blindern.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
My first full day in Norway
My flight to Oslo was about as pain-free as it could possibly get. I had a really nice person next to me on the flight to Copenhagen-an Anne-Marie from Germany who just graduated (from high school, I'm pretty sure, because she is considering what to study afterwards and is taking time off to decide..) and was extremely personable and friendly, so that was really nice. Then I got through the checkpoints in the Copenhagen airport in what seems like record time, and then I arrived at the platform for flytoget in Oslo just before the train pulled up, so all in all it couldn't have been much smoother.
I've been staying with the same folks who sent the book about Oslo to me a long time ago and also taught me how to ski in January, and it's been a very pleasant time. Yesterday we had a very nice dinner out on their balcony before going over to the beaches surrounding the Oslo fjord, chatting about various things including the Seattle area and the changes its seen and that early U.S. presidents (apparently there is a documentary series being broadcasted on Norwegian television on John Adams......!). We walked around there, and it was great to just walk around like so many others were doing, getting out to take advantage of the double-whammy of long daylight hours and really, really good weather. It really lent itself well to great people-watching: people just grilling food at 10 pm, parents trying to encourage their kids who otherwise would have been in bed a while ago to bike down hills, people splashing around in the water....it was really much like the Fourth of July at the lake, but without fireworks or American flags (some Norwegian ones, of course). We tried to scout for bonfires, considering that it was still Midsummer, but we were unsuccessful. It didn't matter, just because it was so nice to sit and look out at the water and the slowly setting sun, whose reflection looked like a Munch painting on prozac, but then I suppose this side of the fjord was the inspiration for many of the paintings, so go figure. Anyway, I had a really great time.
Today I woke up at noon, and figured that meant I should get up and enjoy the rest of the day. We decided to take it easy, and took the tram a little further north from where I've been staying/they've been living and then a very nice walk to Ekeberg Restaurant, a wonderful establishment still in more of the suburbs part of Oslo on the way to downtown. The whole way there as well as the restaurant itself all have a great view of the Oslo fjord/harbor, and as we ate lunch on a very spacious balcony where all the food and drinks are prepared as well (it just felt something like an outdoor party where you had your own table). I had a whole view of the islands in front of me, while behind me lay the city itself, where I could easily spot the opera house, Oslo City Hall, the King's Palace, and all the spots I saw or had been to in January, but this time greener, brighter, and overall more alive. The mood is just more lively overall, and overall there's just a pervasive sense that people are enjoying life. So that's always auspicious for a first day somewhere. A couple with a brand new baby sat next to us, and we struck up a conversation with them. What interested me and what caught me off guard was when I was introduced to them, and they immediately switched from talking about the new baby to asking about my time in Norway in January and why I was studying Norwegian. I was honestly a little surprised, considering I was a stranger and they had a new baby, which is always something people like to gush about. Well, I suppose it's probably not everyday you run across someone who's been studying Norwegian and Norwegian society, policies, etc, and especially not Americans. But anyway.
Then a really nice walk back along the path that led to another tram platform, complete with a camping ground, fields where some of the Norway Cup will be held later on, and a horse riding barn, furnished also with old farm buildings that have been converted into varous daycare centers and restaurants, while the land itself has become a series of picnic and sunbathing spots overlooking the water. Yes, overall I believe that Oslo is an especially people-friendly city.
Once we returned home, I just took it easy some more, which included studying some more Norwegian before classes start up on...Monday?! And that included watching Norwegian TV twice--first the news, and later sommeråpent, a nice summer program. And also ate some very nice Norwegian ice cream. Oh! That's what I watched that I found particularly interesting:
There was a documentary that NRK ran all about the life of Thea Foss, who was one of the early influential founders of Tacoma. So go figure that I learned about local history in Norway in Norwegian. Really quite incredible what you learn about your own country when you're in Norway. Of course, it helps that she was a Norwegian emigrant, so that always increases the interest. The only wierd part was that the narrating was in New Norwegian and I didn't even realize it. La-dee-daaaa.....
Anyway, I suppose now would be a good time to turn in. But it has absolutely been a fantastic, if albeit only 12 hour long, day.
Monday, June 15, 2009
Less than one week...
My interest in Norway has had something of an interesting start. Many have asked me, "Why Norway?" or just "So, you're Norwegian?" Yes, it's true that I am part Norwegian (my grandfather was), and there are many who have chosen to study Norwegian primarily because of their ancestry, but that isn't really the reason why I am a Scandinavian Studies major, or why I will be going to the University of Oslo. Even more interestingly, I will actually be the third generation in my family to attend the International Summer School, but this is certainly not the reason why I will be attending, either. I think it has greatly helped that I have been raised with at least a familiarity with this country that does not often get the attention it deserves from us Americans, and that I have grown up with people who know first-hand that this school is very well worth everything, but in the end, as any young person or anyone who knows young people knows, just because your parents like something does not mean that you automatically will. The same goes for my real interest in Norway/Scandinavia. If it were not for my wonderful opportunities to connect with Norwegian history, culture, and language on its own terms, it would be hard to say that I would be as personally invested in all of this. My first connection with Norway really began when I turned thirteen, and I got this surprise gift in the mail from some Norwegian friends who my parents knew from before they moved back to Norway. It was a tourist/souvenir book about Oslo that explained about its attractions - both historical and cultural, as well as of modern urban Norwegian life, and with it I began to pick up more about its socio-political dynamics and its role in world affairs (after all, this was during the start of the Iraq war, when matters of diplomacy and "drawing lines" were especially interesting....). The book gave me an insight into a country I realized I really didn't know very much of before, and thankfully, I was shown that there was much more to Norway than lutefisk and stuffy old worn-out Ole and Lena jokes, and it was actually pretty interesting.
My next experience came several years later when I was in high school and I was introduced to the Kent Sister Cities youth ambassador programs. My city has many great exchange programs with cities all around the world, and I realized that it would be a very meaningful way to really connect with another culture. One day, my school broadcast an announcement for the exchange program to the Sunnfjord area, and that if I wanted to do it, the applications were due in the next few days. So when I came home from school that day, I talked to my parents about it, pretty sure that I was springing this on them with too short notice and that the answer would be "no." But I thought it was worth a try. Besides (and this is really a whole other story), I had just recently won some money on a gameshow, and figured that traveling would be a nice use for some of it. Yes, really. Anyway, they actually encouraged me to apply, so excitedly I rushed to get together all of the things needed for the application, figuring at least it couldn't hurt. I was invited for an interview and went, but also thought I wouldn't really get any farther than that (after all, I was on the older end for eligibility, which was actually a strike against me). But then, a few days later, I got a call that I was chosen to be one of the two Youth Ambassadors to represent my city in the exchange program! It is funny to think how spur-of-the-moment this all was...!
The YA experience was, without a doubt, unbelievable for me. It was really fun to be able to host a Norwegian, show her a slice of local life, introduce her to some of my friends, and just be a Seattle tourist for a while. Then I traveled with her to stay with her family, and I just had an incredible time. The time spent there was not very long, but thinking back at all I did during the time I had in Norway (while still feeling like I was having a relaxing and a really good quality time with my host family) was extremely impressive. Not only did my family welcome me to a lot of the language, social/cultural issues, and political opinions, and even quirks surrounding Norway today, but they themselves were the most warm and welcoming people I've ever met. It was also really great for me to finally be able to meet the people who helped coordinate this program on the Norwegian end, one of whom I was emailing on a fairly regular basis and still keep in contact with to this day! So overall, I guess you could say that I wasn't going to forget about Norway any time soon.
So to make another long story short, I decided to go to PLU for college. And when I was choosing my classes, I saw that there was this January Term course that was going to Iceland and Norway studying language, culture, and identity in Scandinavia.....which seemed like pretty much the perfect course for me, considering these are all issues I was especially passionate about, AND I would be traveling to Scandinavia to do it. I asked the professor leading it if it would be possible for me to go, even though usually college freshmen aren't allowed to study abroad during their first year. I was told that if I were a Scandinavian Studies major, it would be much more likely that I could - oh, and by the way, think about taking Norwegian next year! And I figured....yeahhh....why not...? Besides, I was very interested in pursuing something with international relations, and why not view international relations through the lens of Scandinavia....
And thus I was sucked into being a Scandinavian Studies major.
And hence the reason for attending the ISS ....besides, as a triple major, taking classes during the summer was just a prudent thing to do. I will be learning more Norwegian in the context of a global community (a "mini-UN" as I have heard many put it), AND I'll be going back to Norway, AND I'll be able to travel back to Sunnfjord again.......so I am extremely excited.
And this is probably the place to mention (at least for the first time) how incredibly grateful I am for the generous scholarships from Nordmanns-Forbundet and the Sons of Norway. Their financial support really means a lot to me, because, well, Norway is expensive.
Anyway, my next post will probably be from Norway. So in the meantime, I will miss you all, and cross your fingers that my suitcase doesn't go over the weight limit!
Sunday, June 7, 2009
So...welcome to my blog.
Welcome to my blog. I mostly started this blog up because in almost two weeks (hard to believe, after all this time!!!) I will be traveling to Norway to attend the University of Oslo's International Summer School, and found that a blog could potentially be a very nice way to keep all who are interested informed. Considering I'll be going there to study and that the ISS enjoys keeping its students busy, we'll see how successful this scheme will actually turn out. Regardless, I learned a few new skills in how to set up a blog, so I suppose for everything there is a reason...
Anyway, I suppose I could introduce myself a little bit more and just say something about what I've been doing most recently.
Because this blog will (hopefully!) be documenting my seven weeks in Norway this summer, I should preface by saying that I have been extremely fortunate to have traveled to Norway twice already. The first time was when I went as a Sister Cities Youth Ambassador, first hosting a Norwegian, and then traveling back with her to stay with her incredible family. They really did an incredible job showing me what it was like to live in Norway, personally introducing me to Norwegian society and contemporary issues, and, of course, the natural beauty of the country and that it is all one big fishing spot. I am really excited that after completing my courses at the ISS, I will be traveling back to see them again!!!
The second time was on a PLU January-Term course this year to Iceland and Norway where we focused on language, identity, and culture in Scandinavia. On that trip, among countless other meaningful things we were able to meet with the directors of both countries' language institutes, have special viewings of ancient manuscripts at both Iceland's and Norway's national archives, visit the Aasen Center in Western Norway, ride Icelandic horses, and visit museums that covered everything from Viking history to Nationalistic paintings to modern Oslo's increasingly vibrant ethnic diversity. And considering the nature of the course, even a chat with a bus driver or a grocery store clerk or looking at the advertisements at the bus stops proved to be just as influential in helping me better understand these fascinating topics of language preservation and cultural identity against a changing and increasingly globalizing context....
A few weeks ago I completed my first year at Pacific Lutheran University and am triple majoring in Global Studies, Scandinavian Studies, and Chinese Studies. To summarize an amazing first year, I have absolutely loved everything about it and would recommend PLU to anyone looking for a really great school with a great community with students who are especially interested in placing themselves in a greater global community in meaningful ways. Okay, so I confess I work for the Admissions Office...but I wasn't paid to put in this pitch for PLU...! I really do mean it!
It's been nice to have a month just to be at home before traveling to the other side of the world. Since I've been home I've done a few pretty nice things. Another true confession: I do love what I am studying a lot, which means that I have tried to find time to further my understanding in my fields of study, which means I have been sneaking in some time to keep studying Norwegian and Chinese and reading both a Chinese classic and a contemporary novel (um..in English..). Next on the list: probably Sigrid Undset. So that's been a lot of fun. I took my friend and roommate out on a day trip around Seattle to celebrate her 20th birthday. A few days ago my grandma came up and we all went to watch a Mariner's game on "Nordic Night" with the Sons of Norway. A few days before that I had to bid a very sad farewell to the Fulbright scholar at PLU who was my Chinese teacher, as he could only stay for a year in the U.S. before heading back to China. There was a small good-bye party at PLU, and thus marks the first time I drove by myself to my college...and I wasn't even going for classes! I think I should get extra credit. : )
I've also been taking advantage of the suprisingly nice weather for May and been walking or jogging at the local trail as much as possible. I've helped out at the elementary school where my mom works. And it almost goes without saying that it's been really nice just to hang out with my family and be able to talk with them and share what I've been doing, and just spend quality time with the parents. And, of course, I have done some errands, cooking and various chores around the house, which have all been nice in and of themselves, perhaps simply because it is still a break from the pace of college life.