Never before have I heard of one place having so many festivals in one month as Oslo is this September. The busiest weekend I would have to say was the one that just passed, of the 12th and 13th. "But Amanda," you protest, "the 12th and 13th were a Friday and Saturday, what about Sunday?" … Continue reading The Norwegian Weekend of Festivals
Professors don't only use slides/whiteboards, but it is still very common to see chalkboards in the classes. Instead of an eraser for said chalkboard, the professors use a wet sponge. Girls lift weights just as much as the guys in the gym. In humanities classes in particular, it is common that the student must first … Continue reading Quirky Cultural Differences #4: Norway
Some of these aren't so quirky anymore, but I like the title. Professors and people of higher stations prefer to be called by their first names more than more formal titles of respect. Student organizations/unions aren't always school specific. People often travel alone. The public bathroom at the McDonald's had a small room with a … Continue reading Quirky Cultural Differences #3: Norway
Mela - Sanskrit; gathering, to meet.
So yes, moving to a new country on a new continent, where I know absolutely no one and I don't speak the native language, that is, in fact, difficult for me.
I have seen at least four people here cross-country skiing. In August. With the poles, and wheels attached to their skis. (To Europeans: this seems entirely ridiculous to North Americans.) Dorms on campus are uncommon (although not unheard of). Museums consider winter to start in September. A line of people, as in for a ride … Continue reading Quirky Cultural Differences #2: Norway
Each stall of the airport bathroom had it's own toilet, sink, and hand dryer in it. There is a sink in my bedroom and the section of wall it's on is tiled. The communal doors (to my building, to my hall) lock from both sides, and to open them from the inside you have to … Continue reading Quirky Cultural Differences #1: Norway
"I'm not sure what I'll do, but - well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale." - F. Scott Fitzgerald I said previously that I would chronicle my upcoming exchange to Oslo, Norway on this blog, and, … Continue reading Of Packing, Partings, Planes, and Poor Planning