<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/24029451?origin\x3dhttp://jnuh-jnuh.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>

God tur!

Journeying beyond the Scandinavian countries.

Jeg har vondt i magen.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006




My friend Alyssa (hei!) asked me to post more often. As much as I'm flattered by and want to honor her request, this is the third evening on which I've typed a long entry and then deleted it. I can't bring myself to write anything that really matters here. If I had a funny story, I would tell it.

My update, then, is as follows: I am anxious/excited. Anxious/excited. Back and forth like that all day long. I will miss my friends. I will miss learning at this school that is so damned wonderful and bizarre. I will miss my students who write acrostic poems in which the "d" in "Jenna" stands for "Don't do drugs." Now even this post is edging a little close to the personal.

I should probably gloss some of the Norwegian which will inevitably appear with greater frequency. Another night.

  1. Blogger Gisele said:

    Jenna, I am so excited and nervous for you too:) I haven't actually spoken to you in years, but I think I feel your excitement. What a wonderful experience, and yes, take that poetry magazine:)

leave a comment