“Many people look forward to the New Year for a new start on old habits.” – Anonymous
Today is May 1st, and it’s a day of tradition and joy in a lot of countries, mine included. It’s also the first day of this month that every student fear a bit, the month of exams… Since I went back to the university last fall, I’ve had my eyes on the month of May as the month where I’m going to conclude it all.
And the day started off well, or sort of well. Being full of optimism last night I set my alarm on 7 this morning, so that I could get an early start before and read a lot before I had an online studydate at 10 with my studygroup. Well, I was awake at a quarter to seven, so I silenced the alarm before it went on, and I kind of went back to sleep. Around 8 I let out the cat, and I was planning on taking my shower, but I went back to bed for just 1 second.
At 10 I woke up, by my messanger-noice on the ipad, my studyfriends wondering if I was going to log on… And up I went, and logging on to a computer is never so slowly as when you’re doing it to late, and others are waiting on you…. Well, I was finally on, and after a good 20 minutes we had delivered our rapport that is due Monday. It’s actually our bachelor rapport, so I was proud and relieved and felt like popping a bottle of champagne. But of course, I was sensible, at 10.30 in the morning a glass of juice seemed more appropriate. I put the tv on, just to be entertained as I ate a late breakfast/early lunch before starting on my real studying of the day.
Now that the bachelor assignment is in, I only have an oral couching exam and a written exam in another subject to worry about. The couching exam is on my own rapport, so I’ve decided to concentrate my reading on the other subject this weekend. My plan for today was to read through one of the main books in our curriculum and make notes, and then make 5 mind maps out of the notes.
So after breakfast I sat down to start my studying. I only had to make a phone-call first, I have a friend going through some tough times right now. Well, since my breakfast was at 11, my phonecall came in the middle of her lunch, and we spoke through it. I was a bit puzzled that the time was 1 o’clock when we hang up, but then again, I did have the whole rest of the day to study.
Only, I was still in my pj’s, since I went straight from bed to my online study-group… So I just had to take a quick shower before starting for real. The thing is, that I was feeling a bit cold after the long phone-conversation, and I needed a nice, hot and long shower. When I went out of the shower I saw my new hairmask, that I’ve been meaning to try. So I did. When I read on the package after I had put it into my hair, (yes, I sometime read the instructions after I do something) I realized that this was the kind of haircure that you had to leave in the hair for 45 minutes. Well, I had the time, right? I could easily read with the hairmask. But before I went upstairs again to do so, I just had to fold a lot of freshly washed laundry. And make my bed. Neatly. And since I was tidying up my bedroom, I thought I’d just should wash the floor as well.
There was a lot going on under my bed. If I’ve had any monsters living there, they probably left the place weeks ago, because of the state of their home. Things that have been lost for a long time, things I had forgot, things my nieces have asked for, a lot of things that should never been mentioned and a lot of dust. I was glad I took this time to get it really cleaned up under there.
When I was finished, I accidentally saw my reflection in a mirror, and remembered the haircure. Well, it seems that those hairmasks that are supposed to stay in your hair for 45 minutes, turns into some kind of cement after a good two hours. I had to stay in the shower for a really long time, and I actually was surprised to see that I had some hair left when I got out.
I finally had my hair wet and straight, I was dressed and my bedroom was all tidy. I thought about cleaning my bathroom as well, but I restrained myself, it was time to get serious about this reading! So I went upstairs and turned my computer on again. And I checked my facebook. It turns out I have 3 friends that have their birthdays today. So I just had to write a small note for two of them. The third one is a much closer friend, so I called her. I was planning on leaving a voicemail, but she answered, and we chatted for a while. When I got off the phone, I realized I was really hungry.
I only made myself a sandwich, no use In wasting valuable study-time on making dinner. I put on the TV and watched the Kardashians while I was eating, and I opened my book the minute Kendal Jenner was finished walking down the runway. Only I was a bit peckish. The one sandwich was not enough, and when I thought about it, food is an essential part of the studying, how can I plan to learn anything if I’m hungry?
Half an hour and one episode of Modern Family later, I was ready to start reading. I did for five minutes, and then I received a text from my friends. They are going away for a week, and I’m going to feed the cat. So I need to go there now, to get instructions and to pick up the key. And maybe a glass of wine, for like my friend says: “You will not stay in studying on a Friday night. Not after a whole day of studying!”
Thank God is Friday! I have the whole weekend to study. Except Sunday, I’ve made plans. And tomorrow is Saturday, so I will do some shopping. But other than that; Only Studying!
One of the most embarrassing things I can think of is grown up women arguing and bickering in public places, or any places, actually. I think everyone agree, so this is not an extraordinary view.
What’s extraordinary is that today I was one of those women! I can’t believe this, I’m partly ashamed and partly just high on life right now, and I don’t understand how I managed to get couth up in this!
My day started brilliantly, and I went to the gym early. It was only me and three women my age present, and I just said hello, and started on my work-out routine. When the tree women, all around 40+ in age, all engaged in a back talking conversation, I really tried to keep out of it, and just continued my program.
The topic of their conversation was the young and beautiful receptionist at the gym. She’s a foreigner, 22 years old and has just recently married the owner of the gym. The women had plenty to say about every aspect of her, and I felt bad. Their narrow views highlighted the stupidity of their gossip conversation, and I told myself just to ignore them. I tried, but at one point I rolled my eyes, and there I was engaged…
We were quickly arguing, the three of them against me, because I pointed out the fact that I didn’t know the receptionist, and neither did they.
I said something about her being young, beautiful and talented, and asked if they weren’t just a little bit jealous and bitter? Yeah, that didn’t help.
A recap of the conversation from that point would be like this:
Woman 1: What the h……#¤%%%(&¤%& do you mean by that, who the f…. &%/¤%(¤ do you think you are.
Woman 2: /()%&(()=?)/?¤%&/#&/%()%)
Woman3: You’r that f………….¤%&/#/% writer, aren’t you? Thinking you are so f…..&/¤%&()&=/= better than everybody else…
Me: I don’t see any point in continuing this conversation, when I speak to grown-ups I expect them to use full sentences.
Woman 1: What the h….#¤%%%(&¤%& do you mean by that, who the f…….&%/¤%(¤ do you think you are?
Woman 2: /()%&(()=?)/?¤%&/#&/%()%)
Woman 3: Me jealous on that white trash? Oh you are f… ¤%&/#/% kidding me, patronizing b…¤%&//%(&&& We are too though for you, you’re afraid of us!
Me: Not at all, you all both speak and act like trolls, and as I said when I speak to grown-ups I expect them to use full sentences.
Woman 1: I use my %&//&/%&¤# swear words to express myself
Me: that’s just plain stupid.
Woman 1: What the f… ##”%&/%/&&), are you saying I’m stupid?
Me: No, you are saying you are stupid! If you need to express yourself with bad language like that, it only means that you don’t have the vocabulary to express your feelings. And that means that you haven’t read enough. And living in this country (that’s a punch because they were very upset that the receptionist was a foreigner) and not been reading enough, well that’s just plain stupid…
At this point in the conversation, they were all screaming abusive things to me, and I called them out on their hypocritical gossip, and proposed that they all went to the library… I do believe I also called them clowns and apes, I asked if they had run off from the circus or the zoo!
As I left, one of them yelled: “Oh, the fat writer is going home to write about us!” I know I should have gone, but I did turn around, saying sassy: “Oh no, I just write about important stuff”
I know the wise thing would have been to say nothing. The right thing would have been to say what I said in the start, and then nothing more.
I disagreed in their gossiping, and my reaction was honest. I also stand by my words of grown up women using bad language and swearing. I think that is so disgusting, and as I repeatedly said stupid…
I know I should not have rolled my eyes at them. Calling them trolls, apes and clowns, is not the intelligent thing to do, nor is it who I want to be. But rather that person, than one of the grown up gossip girls….
I know I said I didn’t want to write about them, but this is more to shake this morning off, writing it off as a paranormal event at the gym. It’s a little bit about my hurt feelings. And it is a lot about integrity and standing up to the bullies.
And one of the most embarrassing things I can think of is still grown up women arguing and bickering in public places. I’m one of those…
Two years ago, I started writing on this blog as a reaction on the terrible terrorist attack in our country on July 22.2011. I needed a place to went my feelings and to tell the world that we were all right. My family was contacted by friends all over the world, who wanted to give their support and loving concern. I needed a place to react, and I did it by this blog. It was the beginning.
I wanted to write in English, mostly because I went through rough period, and needed to focus on something fun and challenging. It was also a way to continue keeping in touch with friends and family members living abroad.
Then I accidental made a lot of American mothers angry with me, when I wrote a blogpost stating that the children pageant competitions had gone way too far. I had just watched an episode of the reality show “Toddlers and Tiaras” and saw a magazine cover ask “Have they gone too far?” When I wrote that this was the “understatement of the year” I kind of got a lot of angry comments. And my blog got a lot of readers.
My blog, EllenGry, has never been in a clear niche, it’s been a personal blog, but not private. Last year I wrote more about the process of writing, and publishing, at the same time that I got to outlive a dream, and my first book was published.
I started a Norwegian blog, staying stricter to one (or two) niches, writing about the process of writing and about books more in general. Since my book was Norwegian, I needed a place to write about it in Norwegian. Having said that, I continued to share articles on this blog, about the book, and the attention I got.
When there was a historical package that would be open after 100 years, I wrote a little article about it, and got a lot of attention, creating my “best ever views” – day.
I also got a lot of attention for my Random act of Kindness period.
Lately I feel I’ve been blogging more trough pictures and photos.
I like that, but it was strangely fulfilling to write the Open Letter last week. I do like to write about childhood memories, and I think that some of my articles get great response just because I write about normal situations that people recognize and remember.
So here I am, two years of blogging. My blog has had over 61 000 views, and I have 230 followers.
I am grateful for each and one of you, that have read my blog, and I will continue writing.
As a Happy Anniversary gift to my readers, I will give away two exemplars of my book, “3898 ord om livet” witch translates to “3898 words of life” I would recommend that you are able to read Norwegian to participate, but that’s up to you. Google translate might work on my poems…
To participate in this Anniversary Giveaway you simply leave a comment. The winners will be selected by lottery on Saturday September 1.st.
“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”
― Mahatma Gandhi
This week I’ve had my two young nephews visiting, and we’ve followed this advice of Ghandi. The first day we almost had to go to the hospital for minor injuries, but the rest of the time we went to places were we could explore.
The interesting Risør Saltwater Aquarium, on the quay in front of the Risør Hotel, is a small showcase of saltwater fish, crustaceans and shellfish common to Norway’s south coast. It is the only salt water aquarium in the region, and contains many unusual species of fish found in the region. A fun experience for everyone, and my nephews and I spent a whole day there.
We used significant time fishing for crabs and we were in the wet-lab for a long while as well. We saw a film were a lobster changed his frock, so to speak, and we learned a lot.
The fact that we could read the information about the habitants in the fish tanks on small screens, were exciting and a great learning possibility, in a playful way, for my nephews. The aquarium really presented an exciting and educational experience for us all, both adults and kids.