I had been bored with the normal life in Oslo until about one week ago. Since I moved from a student village on a mountain side to another rather in the centre, I had not met my friends for a week or so. I was, as it were, an eager student: I had gone to the university, heard the lecture, and gone home directly afterwards. No, I must not have been an eager student... I just wanted to be in a private room and to avoid to be in a community, I feel so now. I had not been in the library long ever for my food in the fridge was waiting for me after the lectures and there were no reason to be in the library, which has no food for me and is not private at all. The things in Norway are way expensive so I must cook by myself always. Even MacDonald's is expensive here in Norway...
I had dreamed to live by myself without any helps of my parents: a life in a cosy private room which is close to my university: a life which is supposed to force me to study hard. But, in fact, this life is not such a brilliant one. The closeness to the university, on the contrary, indulged me in staying in a private paradise-seeming room. I did not pretend to be a devoted student; I have just realized that I was not such a sort of student.
What is an eager student? I thought I knew the answer for the question, but I did not: nor do I even now. I do not know how I can hit upon an answer for it. But, right from the beginning, there must not be any answers for it: we have to create an answer by ourselves: and there must be various answers to each person. Then, my answer for it is... hmmm...
Several insects were about to come into my room from the window. I live on 8th floor now: How come it is possible insects fly that high? I used to live on 6th floor in an old student village and many flies came into my room. I thought they could not come any more in my new room, but it was not so. Insects in Oslo are really big. I do not why. They may grow up too much by hibernating underground waiting the end of a long cold winter in Oslo. I do not why. I just hate them in my room: I hate to kill them or let them out by flighting with them with a towel.
I changed my clothes into tight ones. I was used to wear pajama in my room. But, I did not want to be relaxed with it tonight. I have got to finish my paper tonight, for sure.
It was bees that tried to come into my room. Really big. Round and dark black. No yellow on their body. Fast.
I signed up for Couch Surfing in February but I had left it as it was long while. Something suddenly reminded me of the site one day and I renewed my page to prepare for welcoming surfers. After a few hours, I got a request of my couch, which surprised me, but I said yes since there was no reason to refuse it. Something new started at one swoop.
Unaccountable atmosphere surrounded me. I relatively concentrated on English on the screen of my laptop after my couch was reserved. I felt as something invisible had been watching on me not to do but reading it. But my mind was somewhere else. Sometimes I looked out of the window once in a while: lights from the windows and cars and an figure on the window who was watching me just like I did: again the screen.
