Anna Håbesland

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  • Publisert: 28.04.2016, 05:27
  • Kategori: USA
  • Hvordan organisasjon valgte du og hvorfor?
    Jeg valgte å reise med Explorius og jeg valgte denne organisasjonen fordi den virket rimeligst + jeg hadde hørt mye bra om dem. Utveksling er et sjansespill uansett hvilken organisasjon man reiser med så man må nesten bare ta et valg.

    Hvor mye koster utveksling?
    Alt i alt så koster nok utveksling alt fra 150 000 - 250 000. Dette kommer helt ann på hvilken organisasjon, hvilket program osv.


    Hvorfor valgte du usa?
    Jeg hadde lenge lyst til å dra til Australia men USA var det landet som virket absolutt mest rimeligst og jeg visste om flere som hadde dratt til USA på utveksling så jeg tenkte hvorfor ikke?

    Hvordan er skolen?
    Den er helt ok. Skolen jeg går på nå er alt for stor. Den har også alt for mye dop innblandet.

    Fikk du venner fort?
    Jeg fikk faktisk venner kjapt da jeg fortsatt bodde i Colfax og gikk på Colfax High School. Jeg er fortsatt venner med disse og jeg går ofte tilbake for å henge med dem.

    Har du noen gang angret på at du dro?
    Det har vært ganger hvor jeg har spurt meg selv hvorfor jeg i det hele tatt dro osv men alt i alt så angrer jeg ikke et eneste sekund. Utveksling er virkelig noe jeg anbefaler alle å dra på om man har mulighet. 

    Når begynte du prosessen med å søke?
    Jeg begynte allerede da jeg gikk i 10ende klasse.

    Var foreldrene dine positive til å la deg dra med en gang, eller måtte du overtale dem?
    De var faktisk ganske positive til det men de trengte da litt overtaling. 

    Vil du anbefale det til andre å dra på utveksling?
    JA! Du kommer aldri til å angre et sekund hvis du spør meg. 

    Hva gjorde du og din vertsfamilie den første dagen dere møttes?
    Så... Jeg klarte å miste flyet mitt til Sacramento så jeg endte opp med å ringe vertsmoren min. Hun lo bare og sa med engang at hun kjører til San Francisco for å hente meg så jeg ventet altså ca. 3 timer på flyplassen. Stakkars dem som hadde tenkt til å stå ved gaten med en stor plakat og alt men jeg klarte å miste flyet. Når jeg endelig fikk møte dem så ble jeg prikket på skulderen bakfra av vertssøsteren min og fikk en kjempe stor klem. Vertsmoren min sto bak henne med plakaten og alle ballongene mens hun lo.

    Hvordan var det å være norsk på en amerikansk skole?
    Helt normalt egentlig, hvis du ser bort ifra alle ryktene jeg fikk på meg bare etter en uke på skolen. Jeg bodde først i en utrolig liten by og alle syntes det var bare gøy å snakke masse dritt om meg :p

    Har du noen gang vurdert å dra hjem?
    Nei, året har vært utrolig lærerikt og jeg angrer ikke et sekund.

    Fikk du mye oppmerksomhet fra de andre elevene på skolen?
    Ja, jeg var visst super interessant. Men er det nok mange andre utvekslingselever som syntes også! Amerikanere syntes det er så gøyalt med oss!

    Var det kleint å møte vertsforeldrene dine for første gang?
    Nei, utrolig nok ikke. Jeg var så heldig som fikk 6 måneder på å forberede meg og jeg pratet kjempe masse med vertssøsteren min før jeg kom hit så..


    Fikk du mye dekt fra Lånekassen?
    Man får ikke dekket så veldig mye fra lånekassen og alt kommer ann på hvor mye foreldrene dine tjener. Jeg fikk bare den vanlige basis støtten (borteboerstipendet).

     

  • Publisert: 28.04.2016, 05:27
  • Kategori: USA
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  • exchange is change.

  • Publisert: 25.11.2015, 01:28
  • Kategori: USA


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    "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 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 boy is going to react when you see him 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.

    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 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 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.

    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." (Author unknown)
     

  • Publisert: 25.11.2015, 01:28
  • Kategori: USA
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