In Trondheim
Ok. Long time, lots of things have happened and I do not know where to start. Perhaps at the beginning, which is the chemistry course where I got a chemistry book for free. I am supposed to help the publisher develop it, which sounds kind of scary, and I should have answered a lot of questions that I have not even looked at yet, (deadline was last Friday) but I could always blame the fadder weeks. I am almost looking forward to normal studying starts so that I get some order in my life again, and actually eat dinner more than two days a week. Maybe I even get time to clean what is my responsibility of the kitchen and bathroom. Not to mention my own room. I tried cleaning the stove before dinner today (weee) but failed very badly. It does not look like it has been cleaned since last millenium, and it is really not my task to de-freeze the freezer, which was completely covered in ice so there was no room for any food. But I did that as well, and after putting all the empty bottles and dirty cloth in the trash can, the other cupboards look almost tidy as well. Go me. And that was instead of reading math and chemistry. Not a very good start, but oh well. There is no point of worrying about that just yet.
Right, beginning. Chemistry course. Met a really sweet girl who is going to start a different engineering studies, but hopefully I will see her around nonetheless. Also, I have her phone number which could make it a lot easier keeping in touch. I am not going to go into detail about the course itself except for the freakingly scary student assistant who I think may be kind of cool after all. The thing is, he had all these cool t-shirts, the first was “Idiot” instead of “Idol”, then there was something about Gollum’s Preciousss, third day, cannot remember, then the t-shirt said “Folker-eaksjonen mot orde-ling-sfeil” and the last day was “42 % of all statistics is made up on the spot”. I loved that one, and I keep wondering if 42 was an arbitrary chosen number. But the man himself (yes, I have to call him a man, because he was working on his doctorate,) was scary, so scary we did everything we could to avoid letting him help us. His explanations were on a completely different level, naturally, and he had really problems with lowering himself down to ours. The problem is, after three o’clock, if you asked for help, you would never get rid off the bored student assistants again. Like him. It was twenty past three and another girl and I just got stuck with him talking. Now I mean, really talking, and not about chemistry, but about everything from the Lord of the Rings to when he started university. I am almost surprised we did not get his whole life story, everything delivered in that same monotone voice which made me think of our history teacher at IB. Come to think about it, they really had a lot of things in common. Hmm.
My friends’ list in Trondheim was at the time counting four people and university had not even really started. And before Tone arrived. Had dinner with her and her mother, but unfortunately I did not dare see her flat as it could start raining any second and I was biking. So I have to see how she lives really soon now, (do you hear that?) Then the fadderweeks started, partying or something else happening every single day and night. The first night at Studentersamfundet for instance, was really great. I think I solved the problem of getting back to my flat in the middle of the night to Wendesday pretty well, actually. After the second night at there, I woke up with the worst hangover I have ever had. It truly was one of those days where you promise yourself you will never drink again. At least I managed to keep that promise throughout the evening. But yes, I said to myself that I would go home early, it was Friday and it had been late all days of the week. At half past three, a girl from my student village and I were still chatting when a guard kindly asked us to leave as they were closing now. Sitting so still must have caused the extreme hangover. Now I have her phone number, been stealing half of her clothes and all of her CDs and I am steadily moving through her movies as well. But she is great. And it is official. I am coming home the first weekend in December Maybe once before as well, but definitely then. Nightwish is playing at Sentrum Scene, and that girl and I are so going. No matter it might be in the middle of the exam period, but I have to manage that somehow. I can read on the train. Or plane. Depending on what kind of means of transportation I can afford.
I cannot mention everything, I realized, to have to skip the least essential. This week I even found time to wash my clothes. I am quite impressed actually, and I realized that Camilla, who I went to primary school with, is a really great and kind and loving person and I have no clue as to why I lost contact with her, big mistake. Or maybe we just both have grown. So, I invited her over to wash clothes, hum. The worst part is, we completely forgot it, so she had to come back two days later. Then we managed and I have now enough to wear again. The first day, we went to the food store and other boring stuff which turned out to be not so boring after all, and just talked and talked, and we drove in her boyfriend’s car to where she lives and they have a really huge freezer and a very nice place with short way to school. Which reminds me that I must start looking for an apartment I can buy. But we also met some guys from her high school and one of them I have gone to class with as well. And I suspect the guy living in the apartment just below me is someone from junior high, but he does not recognize me, at all. Therefore, I am not completely sure. But it must be him. And yes, he shares kitchen and bath room with none less than a very good friend of Athene’s owner. That is a bit weird. It seems like half the world has just moved up here. Well, Trondheim is Norway’s third largest city, with the second largest university, but is by far the country’s largest student city. As much as one out of five of the inhabitants of Trondheim is a student. The city is very empty during summer vacation.
Pub crawl was embarrassing, especially since I was not drunk enough. Moving on. Bowling is fun, and I re-learnt the name of a guy I talked with the first day. Very glad of that, as he was the only one I could find at Pirbadet the next day; me without glasses and contacts am unable to recognize faces. Well, there was this other girl from IB in Wales who found me first but I lost her again. She is also very nice. I think almost all people are very nice. Pirbadet is Norway’s largest indoors swimming … well, not pool, rather pools with bubble baths and a couple of slides and stuff. They even had a climbing wall, straight up from the water. And a salt water pool, it was really cool. And normally very expensive, but they were running a campaign for students at the time.
Saturday came again, and I was originally going to the student village where there are party basements for all the different study lines, but first I skipped the vorspiel and the then that party. I had a lot more fun stealing my new friend’s clothes. The skirt was a little too short for my liking, but for once I did not jump about. We started drinking in her apartment, and then went to “the House” at the student village, where they have a bar and play music, much better than the basements. Then I met some other girls I know living there, they were going to Samfundet and I was going to leave with them except I never got that far. I ended up chatting with a really strange guy, uhm, man, with two pony tails! That night really demonstrated how much clothes mean, because I talked to that kind of people that would never have talked to me if I had worn my own clothes. That pony tail man included. When I went up to my apartment again, it was really great, it was just in a door and up some stairs! So short way, not waiting for a night bus that is not coming or anything. I really must go there again, my friend is going to be bartender next week, must see her. She will be partly in control of the music, which is great. Within Temptations, Tristania, Leaves‘ Eyes, Nightwish, Sonata Arctica, she likes Tori Amos as well and this crazy woman playing the violin, Emilie Autumn, and quite a few others I have heard of and some I not heard of.
There are differences between Asker and Trondheim, saying something else would be lying. Most noticable is it that people drive, bike and walk worse than pigs. People can cross the street at any time, without warning, bikers cannot bike on the pavement because it is so crappy made, and drivers, well, they drive. I find the new interpretation of traffic lights quite interesting. It is valig for young drivers as well as bus drivers. Green means "go", orange means "hurry up!", and red means "you're too late". Not to mention that the green men for walking people crossing the street is extremely short. It is like if I bike over the road, I might make it before the green man starts blinking, and when you walk, you just make it before it turns red again. I have been thinking about old ladies that cannot walk so fast... But the bus drivers are not that bad, they often wait if they see someone running to catch up, and if you ask, they will most likely answer your question in great detail. Some of them are even capable of announcing the next bus stop. I need to get myself a bus pass, I have spent insanely much money on it this motnh. Like I have spent too much money on everything basically, but I will manage. I think. At least for the time being. Books are expensive.
Right, beginning. Chemistry course. Met a really sweet girl who is going to start a different engineering studies, but hopefully I will see her around nonetheless. Also, I have her phone number which could make it a lot easier keeping in touch. I am not going to go into detail about the course itself except for the freakingly scary student assistant who I think may be kind of cool after all. The thing is, he had all these cool t-shirts, the first was “Idiot” instead of “Idol”, then there was something about Gollum’s Preciousss, third day, cannot remember, then the t-shirt said “Folker-eaksjonen mot orde-ling-sfeil” and the last day was “42 % of all statistics is made up on the spot”. I loved that one, and I keep wondering if 42 was an arbitrary chosen number. But the man himself (yes, I have to call him a man, because he was working on his doctorate,) was scary, so scary we did everything we could to avoid letting him help us. His explanations were on a completely different level, naturally, and he had really problems with lowering himself down to ours. The problem is, after three o’clock, if you asked for help, you would never get rid off the bored student assistants again. Like him. It was twenty past three and another girl and I just got stuck with him talking. Now I mean, really talking, and not about chemistry, but about everything from the Lord of the Rings to when he started university. I am almost surprised we did not get his whole life story, everything delivered in that same monotone voice which made me think of our history teacher at IB. Come to think about it, they really had a lot of things in common. Hmm.
My friends’ list in Trondheim was at the time counting four people and university had not even really started. And before Tone arrived. Had dinner with her and her mother, but unfortunately I did not dare see her flat as it could start raining any second and I was biking. So I have to see how she lives really soon now, (do you hear that?) Then the fadderweeks started, partying or something else happening every single day and night. The first night at Studentersamfundet for instance, was really great. I think I solved the problem of getting back to my flat in the middle of the night to Wendesday pretty well, actually. After the second night at there, I woke up with the worst hangover I have ever had. It truly was one of those days where you promise yourself you will never drink again. At least I managed to keep that promise throughout the evening. But yes, I said to myself that I would go home early, it was Friday and it had been late all days of the week. At half past three, a girl from my student village and I were still chatting when a guard kindly asked us to leave as they were closing now. Sitting so still must have caused the extreme hangover. Now I have her phone number, been stealing half of her clothes and all of her CDs and I am steadily moving through her movies as well. But she is great. And it is official. I am coming home the first weekend in December Maybe once before as well, but definitely then. Nightwish is playing at Sentrum Scene, and that girl and I are so going. No matter it might be in the middle of the exam period, but I have to manage that somehow. I can read on the train. Or plane. Depending on what kind of means of transportation I can afford.
I cannot mention everything, I realized, to have to skip the least essential. This week I even found time to wash my clothes. I am quite impressed actually, and I realized that Camilla, who I went to primary school with, is a really great and kind and loving person and I have no clue as to why I lost contact with her, big mistake. Or maybe we just both have grown. So, I invited her over to wash clothes, hum. The worst part is, we completely forgot it, so she had to come back two days later. Then we managed and I have now enough to wear again. The first day, we went to the food store and other boring stuff which turned out to be not so boring after all, and just talked and talked, and we drove in her boyfriend’s car to where she lives and they have a really huge freezer and a very nice place with short way to school. Which reminds me that I must start looking for an apartment I can buy. But we also met some guys from her high school and one of them I have gone to class with as well. And I suspect the guy living in the apartment just below me is someone from junior high, but he does not recognize me, at all. Therefore, I am not completely sure. But it must be him. And yes, he shares kitchen and bath room with none less than a very good friend of Athene’s owner. That is a bit weird. It seems like half the world has just moved up here. Well, Trondheim is Norway’s third largest city, with the second largest university, but is by far the country’s largest student city. As much as one out of five of the inhabitants of Trondheim is a student. The city is very empty during summer vacation.
Pub crawl was embarrassing, especially since I was not drunk enough. Moving on. Bowling is fun, and I re-learnt the name of a guy I talked with the first day. Very glad of that, as he was the only one I could find at Pirbadet the next day; me without glasses and contacts am unable to recognize faces. Well, there was this other girl from IB in Wales who found me first but I lost her again. She is also very nice. I think almost all people are very nice. Pirbadet is Norway’s largest indoors swimming … well, not pool, rather pools with bubble baths and a couple of slides and stuff. They even had a climbing wall, straight up from the water. And a salt water pool, it was really cool. And normally very expensive, but they were running a campaign for students at the time.
Saturday came again, and I was originally going to the student village where there are party basements for all the different study lines, but first I skipped the vorspiel and the then that party. I had a lot more fun stealing my new friend’s clothes. The skirt was a little too short for my liking, but for once I did not jump about. We started drinking in her apartment, and then went to “the House” at the student village, where they have a bar and play music, much better than the basements. Then I met some other girls I know living there, they were going to Samfundet and I was going to leave with them except I never got that far. I ended up chatting with a really strange guy, uhm, man, with two pony tails! That night really demonstrated how much clothes mean, because I talked to that kind of people that would never have talked to me if I had worn my own clothes. That pony tail man included. When I went up to my apartment again, it was really great, it was just in a door and up some stairs! So short way, not waiting for a night bus that is not coming or anything. I really must go there again, my friend is going to be bartender next week, must see her. She will be partly in control of the music, which is great. Within Temptations, Tristania, Leaves‘ Eyes, Nightwish, Sonata Arctica, she likes Tori Amos as well and this crazy woman playing the violin, Emilie Autumn, and quite a few others I have heard of and some I not heard of.
There are differences between Asker and Trondheim, saying something else would be lying. Most noticable is it that people drive, bike and walk worse than pigs. People can cross the street at any time, without warning, bikers cannot bike on the pavement because it is so crappy made, and drivers, well, they drive. I find the new interpretation of traffic lights quite interesting. It is valig for young drivers as well as bus drivers. Green means "go", orange means "hurry up!", and red means "you're too late". Not to mention that the green men for walking people crossing the street is extremely short. It is like if I bike over the road, I might make it before the green man starts blinking, and when you walk, you just make it before it turns red again. I have been thinking about old ladies that cannot walk so fast... But the bus drivers are not that bad, they often wait if they see someone running to catch up, and if you ask, they will most likely answer your question in great detail. Some of them are even capable of announcing the next bus stop. I need to get myself a bus pass, I have spent insanely much money on it this motnh. Like I have spent too much money on everything basically, but I will manage. I think. At least for the time being. Books are expensive.