Slutten

Hei!

Som dere ser s har jeg ikke blogget om ret mitt nesten i det hele tatt. Det fantjeg bare ut at ikke var noe for meg.

Men n har jeg kommet til slutten, drar fra Chattanooga om en uke. Jeg har veldig blandede flelser, er bde super spent p se alle igjen, men ogs veldig trist fordi jeg m dra herfra.

Men Pappa kommer hit snart!! P tordag/fredag en gang, s det gleder jeg meg helt ubeskrivelig mye til. Kan ikke vente med faktisk se han igjen, p ekte etter s lenge. Vi skal bli i Tennessee i noen dagerfr vi drar videre til Florida, Delaware, New York og s hjem til Norge.

Men grunnen til at jeg skriver dette inlegget er at hvis du leser dette og er usikker p, eller har lyst til vre utvekslingsstudent, GJR DET! Du fr utrloig mange nye venner, opplevelser og du vokser mye. Du fr ogs en helt ny og "second" familie. Det er absolutt vrt det!

Ane

What is Exchange?

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Lenge siden sist n. Jeg s dette p facebook, en av mine utvekslingsstudent venner fra Tyrkia postet det, og jeg tenkte bare jeg skulle skrive (kopiere og lime) det inn her. Det er virkelig sant det som str.

What is exchange?

Exchange is change. Rapid, brutal, beautiful, hurtful, colourful, amazing, unexpected, overwhelming and most of all constant change. Change in lifestyle, country, language, friends, parents, houses, school, simply everything.

Exchange is realizing that everything they told you beforehand is wrong, but also right in a way.

Exchange is going from thinking you know who you are, to having no idea who you are anymore to being someone new. But not entirely new. You are still the person you were before but you jumped into that ice cold lake. You know how it feels like to be on your own. Away from home, with no one you really know. And you find out that you can actually do it.


Exchange is learning to trust. Trust people, who, at first, are only names on a piece of paper, trust that they want the best for you, that they care. Trust, that you have the strength to endure a year on your own, endure a year of being apart from everything that mattered to you before. Trust that you will have friends. Trust that everything?s going to be alright. And it is seeing this trust being justified.

Exchange is thinking. All the time. About everything. Thinking about those strange costumes, the strange food, the strange language. About why you?re here and not back home. About how it?s going to be like once you come back home. How that girl is going to react when you see her again. About who?s hanging out where this weekend. At first who?s inviting you at all. And in the end where you?re supposed to go, when you?re invited to ten different things. About how everybody at home is doing. About how stupid this whole time-zone thing is. Not only because of home, but also because the tv ads for shows keep confusing you.
Thinking about what?s right and what?s wrong. About how stupid or rude you just were to someone without meaning to be. About the point of all this. About the sense of life. About who you want to be, what you want to do. And about when that English essay is due, even though you?re marks don?t count. About whether you should go home after school, or hang out at someone?s place until midnight. Someone you didn?t even know a few months ago. And about what the hell that guy just said.

Exchange is people. Those incredibly strange people, who look at you like you?re an alien. Those people who are too afraid to talk to you. And those people who actually talk to you. Those people who know your name, even though you have never met them. Those people, who tell you who to stay away from. Those people who talk about you behind your back, those people who make fun of your country. All those people, who aren?t worth your giving a damn. Those people you ignore.
And those people who invite you to their homes. Who keep you sane. Who become your friends.

Exchange is music. New music, weird music, cool music, music you will remember all your life as the soundtrack of your exchange. Music that will make you cry because all those lyrics express exactly how you feel, so far away. Music that will make you feel like you could take on the whole world. And it is music you make. With the most amazing musicians you?ve ever met. And it is site reading a thousand pages just to be part of the school band.

Exchange is uncomfortable. It?s feeling out of place, like a fifth wheel. It?s talking to people you don?t like. It?s trying to be nice all the time. It?s bugs.. and bears. It?s cold, freezing cold. It?s homesickness, it?s awkward silence and its feeling guilty because you didn?t talk to someone at home. Or feeling guilty because you missed something because you were talking on Skype.

Exchange is great. It?s feeling the connection between you and your host parents grow. It?s hearing your little host brother asking where his big brother is. It?s knowing in which cupboard the peanut butter is. It?s meeting people from all over the world. It?s having a place to stay in almost every country of the world. It?s getting 5 new families. One of them being a huge group of the most awesome teenagers in the world.
It?s cooking food from your home country and not messing up. It?s seeing beautiful landscapes that you never knew existed.

Exchange is exchange students. The most amazing people in the whole wide world. Those people from everywhere who know exactly how you feel and those people who become your absolute best friends even though you only see most of them 3 or 4 times during your year. The people, who take almost an hour to say their final goodbyes to each other. Those people with the jackets full of pins. All over the world.

Exchange is falling in love. With this amazing, wild, beautiful country. And with your home country.

Exchange is frustrating. Things you can?t do, things you don?t understand. Things you say, that mean the exact opposite of what you meant to say. Or even worse?

Exchange is understanding.

Exchange is unbelievable.

Exchange is not a year in your life. It?s a life in one year.

Exchange is nothing like you expected it to be, and everything you wanted it to be.

Exchange is the best year of your life so far. Without a doubt. And it?s also the worst. Without a doubt.

Exchange is something you will never forget, something that will always be a part of you. It is something no one back at home will ever truly understand.

Exchange is growing up, realizing that everybody is the same, no matter where they?re from. That there is great people and douche bags everywhere. And that it only depends on you how good or bad your day is going to be. Or the whole year.
And it is realizing that you can be on your own, that you are an independent person. Finally. And it?s trying to explain that to your parents.

Exchange is dancing in the rain for no reason, crying without a reason, laughing at the same time. It?s a turmoil of every emotion possible.

Exchange is everything. And exchange is something you can?t understand unless you?ve been through it.

Og n som jeg faktisk er her inne, min kjre Bestemor hadde bursdag for noen dager siden, og det samme hadde min kjre Pappa. Gratulerer med dagen som var begge to. Jeg er veldig glad i dere og savner dere utrolig mye. Det kommer noe i posten etterhvert...m bare sende det frst :)

Ane

Pep Rally

Hei!

Jeg tenkte jeg kunne skrive litt om Pep Rally's. Pap Rally er noe vi har hver fredag det er hjemmekamp (amerikansk fotball), for peppe oss opp fr kampen. Det er som regel den siste halvtimen fr skolen slutter.



Ane :)

Six Flags over Georgia!

Heisann!

For noen uker siden s dro vi til Atlanta, Georiga og til Six Flags. Six Flags er en fornyelses park, eller det er flere andre steder i USA, men var i den som ligger i Georgia. Det var super gy og jeg anbefaler alle som har mulighet til dra dit gjre det!


Atlanta


Six flags! Gabe og Maggie forran.


Rett etter inngangen


The Great American Scream Machine, denne er ille. Man gr rundt resten av dagen og har vondt i hodet.

Superman! Beste av dem alle

Karusell!



Hesten min, og vertsmor i bakgrunnen

Gotham City

Husker.

Den hyeste av dem alle. Jeg tok den med vertsfaren min, og bde jeg og han holdte p besvime p det samme stedet. ynene mine var pene men jeg kunne ikke se noe.




Meg sammen med to av vertsssknene mine, Maggie og Gabe :)

Ane :)

Frste skoledag

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Jeg begynte p skolen dagen etter at jeg kom hit, som n er over 5 uker siden. Jeg gr p East Hamilton High School, som ligger ca 10 minutter med bil fra huset hvor jeg bor i.

V moren min kjrte meg til skolen og ble med inn p kontoret hvor jeg fikk velge fagene mine for frste og andre semester osv. Dette semesteret har jeg U.S. History, English 11, Consert Choir og Creative Writing. Der fant jeg ogs ut at jeg er Junior, pga at skolen helst ikke vil ha utvekslingsstudenter som Seniors. Kan forklare hvorfor senere. Jeg ble s introdusert til en jente som viste meg rundt p skolen, hvilke rom jeg har fag i osv. Hun mtte meg ogs etter hver time for s vise meg hvor den neste var. Hun introduserte meg ogs til noen personer i lunsjen som jeg har sittet med nesten hver dag siden jeg kom hit.


Frste skoledag var skummel, men ikke s ille som jeg forestillte meg inne i hodet mitt. Det ble ikke mean girls, sitte grte p doen og spise lunsjen der.

Jeg har ingen bilder av frste skoledag, men kan heller vise bilder av skolen osv senere.

Ane

Avreise

Ja, jeg har vrt her i snart 3 uker uten gidde blogge, men jeg kan uansett skrive om avreisen min n :)

Jeg dro fra Oslo 15. August 2012. Det frste flyet fra Gardermoen gikk kl07:55 og landet I London, Heathrow kl 09:25 lokal tid. Derfra gikk flyet til Chicago, hvor jeg ventet i noen timer sammen med en svensk jente, fr jeg tok flyet til Chattanooga, Tennessee hvor v. mor og v. far sammen med omrderepresentanten min ventet p meg. Dagen etter startet jeg p skolen.

Flyruten min:

BA 761 G 15AUG 3 OSLLHR HK5 0755 0925

BA 295 G 15AUG 3 LHRORD HK5 1145 1415

AA4256 M 15AUG 3 ORDCHA HK1 2030 2305






Ane

Vertsfamilie

Jeg har ftt vertsfamilie! Eller jeg fikk for 3 dager siden ca, men s god blogger som jeg er har jeg ikke giddet skrive noe om det, men her kommer det:

Byen jeg skal bo i heter Chattanooga og ligger i Tennessee, det er den 4. strste byen i Tennessee med167,674 innbyggere. Usher vokste opp her! Byen Chattanooga ligger i srst Tennessee, rett ved grensen til Georgia, (heller ikke s langt til Alabama).

Oversikt over hvor I USA Chattanooga ligger

Jeg skal bo ca 30 minutter med bil utenfor byen Chattanooga, hos en familie p 5. Foreldrene Kathryn og Neil, sammen med deres tre barn Gabe p 8, Maggie p 5 og Stella p 1. (jeg kan vise bilder av dem senere)


Huset fra forsiden



Huset fra baksiden

Skolen jeg skal g p heter East Hamilton Middle High School. Det er bde middle og high school s det er fra 6. klasse til 12. klasse, med omtrendt 1,500 elever. Skolen ligger rundt 10 minutter med bil fra huset jeg skal bo i.

(http://www.easthamiltonhurricanes.com/)



East Hamilton High School

Skolen starter i morgen, alts 13.08.2012, men jeg drar p onsdag (15.08). Jeg vet ikke nr eller hvor jeg skal mellomlande enda, men det fr jeg vite i morgen. HVvs jeg gidder kan jeg jo blogge det da.

...og hvis noen har noen tips til blogg design s er jeg interesert, jeg kaan virkelig ikke snt selv. Skjnner det vel heller ikke.

Ane

Tingen p slutten.

Noen som vet hvordan jeg fr den delen p slutten av headeren bort?

Hvis noen gidder svare, ikke at jeg forventer det da.. haha

Og, det har ikke skjedd noen ting med usa greiene... eller jeg fikk "julekort" av dem, om at de ikke har glemt meg..

Ane :)

:)

Jeg kommer ikke til skrive noe her fr det skjer mer, men jeg har blitt godkjent av STS, for en stund siden og n venter jeg bare p vertsfamilie (som kan ta en stund)

Ane

Velkommen til min blogg!

Dette er den frste posten p min nye blogg ;)

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