So I've been blogging for a while now, and I've accidentally gone from blogging two to three times a week down to about once a week. And I'll blame it on the fact that I started making youtube videos three times a week and how much time that takes up, except I don't make youtube videos all three days every single week because, well, I failed at keeping up that schedule as well. I haven't even had a lot of class, and I hardly leave my room, and I've barely written anything for my book since I started it. Where is my time even going?
This is long overdue, and becoming less quirky with time. I just really like the title. Sue me. Not to complain about my own life back home, but undergrad is significantly easier here. The selection and quality of cheese is pitiful. I've come to (sadly) understand that frozen burritos are a North American thing. Skin … Continue reading Quirky Cultural Differences (#6)
I didn't want to use that word for a long time. As someone who grew up in a household with no shortage of mental disorders, I often rejected my own emotions and giving them validity, but I also understand the importance of addressing such problems when they persist. Please forgive me for how messy this … Continue reading Anxiety
What's the silliest way you've ever spent a day? What about the strangest place you decided to study? For me this is right now, in an Ikea in Oslo. My friend and I had the idea a couple of months ago when we were still coming to Ikea regularly to buy things for our dorms. … Continue reading Music for Writing in Ikea
Before I knew it it was four in the morning and I had to be up in six hours and I simply didn't care. I momentarily thought about going back to that academic reading since I was now so awake, but I knew it wouldn't work. I knew that my energy was really adrenaline from the plot, and that no matter how much I live and love to learn, working-class politics of Victorian London was not going to inspire the same kind of focus and alertness in me as Dashner's plot twists. And to be honest, I felt a little dumb for it.
Little victories matter. Feelings matter. So please, if you're feeling down, know that it's okay. Tomorrow is a new day. As they say, Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither will your success be dependent on one day you may spend in bed because you just really don't want to see the sun and the people enjoying it
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
I'm not always a doer, but I am a planner, so I have all these plans now, and I'd love it if you could help hold me accountable for seeing them through. I'm posting them here, so even if no one reads this post, it's out in the world that these are the things I am setting my mind to do.
On this, the eighth of May, 2014, I have been home for officially one week of summer vacation. This was the first time coming home for more than two weeks since I moved to Vancouver for school, and I didn't even buy a return ticket, because we didn't know when I would go back. It … Continue reading And So the Blog Begins…Again.